Hi,
You drive to the shops/work/cinema, etc. And drive back. TWO journeys. frowned at!
You call a taxi (based in middle of town). Taxi drives to your house, takes you into town, returns to base. Then you phone for a taxi, to come and get your, take you home, and return to base. I make that more than FOUR journeys ... but our Glorius Leaders will smile upon you, coz you are saving the planet.
OK, probably a different matter in London, where you can hail a passing cab ... except when everybody needs one.
In Georgetown (Penang), we used roving taxis (licenced and pirate), and argued the price before getting in. Also tri-shaws, which were a shade too narrow for our pair of European hips ... and we always felt sorry for the elderly and emaciated little old man pedalling.
While we were there, three inebriated English men were returning to their hotel after a night out. Three Europeans in a tri-shaw? Keep reading ...
Bump, bump! "What was that?" They stopped to investigate, found a 22ft python, lying across the road. There can't be many pythons who have ridden in an already overloaded trishaw.
The police station refused to accept it, so it shared their hotel room for the night.
The following day, they donated it to the Snake Temple, where, once a week, a white rabbit joined it for lunch. I don't know how long pythons live ... this was over 50 years ago.
When we were living on Penang, the monks at the Snake Temple were happy to let tourists drape vipers round their necks, and be photographed. Nobody warned them that the vipers tended to wake up when taken from their incense laded environment.
602 (Who's daughter and grandchildren travel everywhere by taxi.)