By Joshua Rapp Learn, Contributing Reporter
RIO DE JANEIRO - “Taxi?” The man stood nearly two meters tall in a plaid shirt, knee high cowboy boots and bleached blond hair tied back into a ponytail. We were exasperated with an entire line of taxi drivers goading us from the windows of their cars outside of Salvador’s ferry terminal.
There was absolutely no sign of a corresponding taxi, but we consented and followed the surfer cowboy down a row of cabbies who showered him with insults for disregarding the line-up and a few short minutes later his old yellow car . . .