The Uber Sprint in Malaysia
The Uber Sprint in Malaysia by Nessreen (of this Blog) I can’t help it. Here in Malaysia, when I hear someone – especially a female – complain about their driving conditions, or the public transport system, or the “crazy” traffic jams, I want to slowly and in ascending tones say Shush. Shush your WHINING AND BE SATISFIED. Coming from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia where there is no public transport to speak of, and where (hey, have you heard?) no women are allowed to drive, I will take ANYTHING. And I have. I’ve waited patiently for buses and trains, longer than “necessary”, and then I’ve tolerated bad smells, shit service and rude drivers and service providers. Because shitty is better than nothing. But now, here, in the palm of my hand, inside a (sometimes buggy) app, sits Uber (“Yoo-ber”?), a gift from the gods. Take this, the gods said, and enjoy the luxury of having your own personal driver whose car doesn’t smell like stale cigarettes or ...