Some time ago, I went on a business trip to Nakuru City, Kenya, in Africa. That morning, after finishing my work, I suggested to the local translator who accompanied me that we go to the famous Nakuru National Park to see and play. The translator readily agreed.

　　We took a bus to Dillon Town, which is 4 kilometers from the National Park. We originally planned to walk there, but after walking a few steps, we saw five strong, muscular black men in vests and trousers riding bicycles rushing towards us quickly and braking in front of us at the same time. The translator said: "Knowing that you will probably go to Kuru National Park, please take my taxi."

　　This is called a "taxi"? I laughed in disbelief and looked at this "bicycle taxi." It was like our old "Yongjiu" heavy-duty bicycle, with a large frame, double crossbars, thick tires, and a large wooden board fixed on the back seat. A curved handle was embedded in the front of the wooden board, and a thick piece of cloth was tied to the wooden board with a rope. I touched it and felt it was very soft. Haha, the cloth contained a sponge.

　　The translator chose a more fashionable "bicycle taxi" for me, and he jumped onto a simpler "bicycle taxi" and went ahead. The "bicycle taxi" serving me had a headlight installed in the front, and rearview mirrors were installed on both handlebars. More importantly, the driver could speak a little English. When he learned that I was Chinese, he moved the rearview mirrors to the sides so that he could see me more clearly. This wasn't all; he would occasionally look back at me, looking very excited. He would also ask me questions from time to time, such as "Do bicycles in your country do this kind of work?" "Why aren't you heavier? You're much lighter than Europeans..." Along the way, we chatted in broken English. It turned out that he had been doing this job for 5 years and could earn 150 to 300 Kenyan shillings (about 2 to 4 US dollars) a day. He bought his "taxi" 5 years ago for 4100 Kenyan shillings, and then modified it himself, focusing on modifying the back seat to make it as comfortable as possible for passengers. After the modification, it had to be sent to the "Nakuru Bicycle Taxi" Association for inspection. After passing the inspection, a form was filled out, promising to pay a management fee of 485 Kenyan shillings per month (for accident compensation and medical expenses), before receiving an operating license.

　　He told me: Riding a "bicycle taxi" is a strenuous job, and those who do this work are all young men between the ages of 14 and 25. Most of them can't handle it after the age of 26. I was surprised: Why? He replied: After the age of 26, your body gradually deteriorates, and it's considered good if you can live to 50 here.

　　Before I knew it, we finally arrived at Nakuru Park, and I paid him 3 US dollars. At this time, the translator asked me, "How did you feel?" I told the truth: "It was bumpy enough for me." The translator laughed, "You're just here for the first time." No matter what, I experienced the charm of a bicycle "taxi".