Word: taxiing
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...gone through the Arco de Almedina, the 9th century Moorish gateway that is part of the remains of Coimbra's medieval wall, and climbed the Quebra Costas (back breaker) steps to the ancient university and cathedral, go back down to the square by the River Mondego and grab a taxi across the bridge to the Quinta das Lágrimas (house of tears) in Santa Clara. The hotel was built on the site of Portugal's most tragic love affair. In the 14th century, Prince Dom Pedro fell in love with the beautiful Spanish noblewoman Dona Inês. They...
...Delay, her husband, Thierry, and their neighbors David Delplanque and Aurélie Grenon have all admitted to sexually abusing the Delay children. But the exceptionally talkative Myriam had kept the legal machine rolling for years by confirming the children's otherwise unsubstantiated charges that others were involved: the taxi driver that took them on their monthly shopping trips; the woman that sold them bread from a grocery truck; the well-liked local priest. On Tuesday Myriam proclaimed in court that none of the other 13 had done anything wrong, crying, "I'm a sick person and a liar!" Shock...
...says, "we're very nosy people. If people turn up behaving oddly, we tend to notice." (In 2000, Auckland police said they'd busted a plot to blow up Sydney's nuclear reactor during the Olympic Games. The evidence fell apart and all charges against the suspects, two Afghan taxi drivers, were dropped. A retired Australian intelligence officer familiar with the case puts it down to "police hysteria.") The 40,000-strong Muslim community has "nothing for terrorists to organize," says Paul Buchanan, a former U.S. defense and security consultant who teaches politics at Auckland University. "And the logistics...
...dodge the taxi cabs hurtling down Charing Cross Road, hop over the thin, gray puddles and slip through the doors of London's National Portrait Gallery - a slow, steady stream of women shaking the rain from our umbrellas and asking, with just a hint of excitement, for directions to Room 41. Deep in the belly of the gallery, beyond the Lucian Freuds and the Cecil Beatons, Room 41 sits hushed and darkened. I join 11 visitors curled cross-legged on the floor, gazing at a 1-m-wide plasma screen where a shirtless blond man lies sleeping: David Beckham...
...also a favored refuge of Wa and Chinese drug traffickers, who cruise the city's free-for-all intersections in dark-windowed late-model Land Cruisers and Pajeros. Like native Mandalayans, I negotiated the streets by bicycle or trishaw, or else flagged down a 40-year-old Mazda B600 taxi, Burma's answer to the Trabant. Exploring the pot-holed backstreets, I came across extravagant faux-classical mansions towering over otherwise destitute neighborhoods where poor sanitation feeds regular outbreaks of cholera and pariah dogs nose through uncollected rubbish. In Burma, it seems, there are only two kinds of new buildings...