You can’t stop moving or show any bit of uncertainty here, because once you do, the hustlers pounce! It’s kind of like you’re new born prey and they are your every-ready predators. Or at least, that’s kind of how Kels and I felt this morning when we were looking for the bus stop to get back to the airport and a group of taxi drivers descended on us. After an initial attempt at parley, we broke free though and found the stop. Phew!
Also, I wonder if the idea for the Star Wars Jedi robes came from all the pointy-hooded robes we’ve seen everywhere – so many old men totally look like Jedi masters!