Clutching his boarding pass, Mr. Li grumbled, “Another delay? I’ll be lucky to catch the last ferry to Cheung Chau!” He glanced at the Taxi Chit Waiting Area at Hong Kong International Airport. This designated area, the Taxi Chit Waiting Area, was a hive of activity. Travelers shuffled, luggage wheels squeaked, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Mr. Li knew the Taxi Chit Waiting Area well. It was a crucial link between the airport and the vibrant city beyond. He remembered reading about Hong Kong taxis. They were color-coded, a fascinating detail. Red taxis served most areas, green taxis operated in the New Territories, and the elusive blue taxis catered to Lantau Island. He’d always wanted to ride in a blue taxi. Today, however, any color would do as long as it got him moving. He checked his watch again. The ferry wouldn’t wait. He joined the queue at the Taxi Chit Waiting Area, hoping for a swift escape from the airport’s confines. He thought about the baggage charge. Thankfully, his small suitcase fit within the passenger compartment, sparing him an extra fee. He recalled the taxi fare details. The initial charge was HK$29, then HK$2.1 for every 200 meters or HK$1.4 per minute of waiting time. He mentally calculated the estimated fare to the ferry terminal. It would be a splurge, but missing the ferry was not an option. Finally, a red taxi pulled up. Mr. Li practically leaped inside. “Cheung Chau Ferry Terminal, please! And hurry!” The driver nodded, and with a lurch, they were off, leaving the Taxi Chit Waiting Area behind.
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