how much should you tip around the world

Each country has its own difference. When you are traveling, know who and how much to tip with the help of this handy guide:

Australia
While in Australia and New Zealand, tipping is not required.

China
In China, tips are rare, including HK and Macau, where service charges are added to total.

Europe
In many parts of Europe, service charges are pre-added to the bill; but where it is not added, consider tipping around 5 to 7 percent of the total.

India
In India and neighboring Maldives, Nepal & Sri Lanka, the waiters usually expect 5 to 7 percent of the bill. However, you may not tip in restaurants that have added service charges to the total bill. Taxi drivers should not be tipped, but bell boys expect a little something.

Japan
Tipping is not made in Japan.

Middle East
In cities such as Cairo and Dubai, the service charge is already added to the bill. However, around 5 percent additional tip is expected in restaurants. Bell boys and porters should be tipped, but taxi drivers do not expect it.

South Africa
Restaurants and bars expect tips; so do porters, taxi drivers, and bell boys. Round it off to the nearest 10 Rand.

South America
Hotel guards and bell boys expect a tiny amount. Taxi drivers do not expect a tip. It is customary to generously tip your tour guide. In restaurants, around 10 percent is expected.

USA
In restaurants, it is customary to tip around 20 percent. Taxi drivers and hairdressers are given around 15 percent, bartenders receive 1 dollar per drink, and porters receive 1 dollar per bag.

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