Yeah, there's something about that magic line between Capital Federal and the provincia that drives taxi drivers mad.
Just another reason that shows taxis are too comfortable within their union, run by thugs, and a little competition will do them wonders. The truth is, they are so idiotic to freak out so much to begin with about Uber, and it just makes them look like a group of thugs working for mafia. I will never look for an Uber ride to go 10 blocks when I can stand on just about any street in Cap Fed (or easily go to one where taxis pass by often) and put my hand out and get a ride. Even finding an Uber driver would be more effort than just doing that in most cases, it seems. And besides, as someone mentioned, too many people here don't have credit cards.
Although I can see it being different during rush hour, or when it's raining. During rush hour, I don't see how taxis can complain - they seem to be not be so available, which means they must have plenty of business, and if I need to get somewhere during rush hour so what if I take an Uber ride? And when it's raining - I've talked with taxi drivers as to why it's so hard to find a taxi when it rains and I've almost always been told that it's because they are afraid of wrecking their car and a lot of them simply don't drive when it rains. Woosies.
But to go to the province? They don't want to for the most part, and particularly not from centro. The remises might bitch about it, and I could understand to an extent, but I haven't really noticed too much bitching from them.
I haven't liked taxis in general here, even though they are easy to get and relatively inexpensive if you compare them to the rest of the world, since about the third time I got into a taxi and the clock ran fast. Or maybe it was the third time I got a switch on counterfeit bills... I remember one time riding with a taxi, and the girls were with me so I wasn't too pissed off with the guy, that the clock was about double what the registration paper showed it should be. I timed it with him (I was next to him in the front seat), first looking at blocks (assuming a rough average of 100 meters per block), then looking at his speedometer and he never once admitted it was wrong, made up whatever excuse that occurred to him (and there were like 3 or 4 different excuses), but didn't say anything when I paid him half of what he asked and got out.
Of course, I have to admit that the vast majority of taxi rides I've had I have not been cheated, but still...