An Airport. A place from tears, joy, sleeping and living in. I’ve been in and out of close to five hundred and they’re rarely close to where you actually need to be. Especially if you’re getting RyanAir and end up in a completely different city. In Buenos Aires I journeyed in via public transport for nearly two hours, even more in Moscow in London. You get to a point where you can’t handle riding next to a chicken or Ivan and you just need to get in a taxi. Fear not, it’s not as expensive as it needs to be, and in this world where Uber can’t pick up from airports, here is the ultimate guide to get the cheapest taxi from an airport. If some of these prices are too rich then, I guess the chickens and Ivan aren’t that bad at all.