My next few rides included a chap who used to work in the White House and gave it all up for a life of adventure, a hedge fund manager, a pharmacy student and, my favorite, a Bolivian soccer journalist.
Starting at Times Square, I will be travelling across America in a vintage London cab winding my way ultimately to the Hollywood sign. Along the route I will be picking up anyone who wants a free cab ride.
I'm having a bout of anxiety, and here's why: The Uzbek Embassy was late in processing the visa of my trusted friend and cameraman, Steven Priovolos, so he was forced to travel across Europe on his Greek travel documents because his passport is at the Uzbek Embassy.
I often wonder where I got my wanderlust from. Was it from the stories I heard on BBC about weird and wonderful places like Zanzibar? No, it seems the culprit was closer to home, very close indeed. That culprit was my father.