Meeting the cab driver

Meeting the cab driver.
Starting to talk about money for the ride.
Ending up riding horses together,
while the band of horses were with us
and the light grass danced with the winds.
Staying at his brothers family.
Eating their traditional food. 
Drinking at least three shots of vodka.
One for history, one for the future and one as a present.
Of course I have to milk the cows before they go to bed.
The cab driver became our friend for the day.