No One Wins! Again...

Malaysia and most southeast Asian countries have a form of transportation that is most commonly called a cyclo or rickshaw. It's some sort of two-person carriage fashioned to a bicycle. The "carriage" itself is fairly decrepid looking. But it really doesn't compare to its driver.

One day Kady and I approached one of these drivers with a map, showed him where we would like to go and asked "How much?""
"Twenty-two Ringit."
That's close to seven dollars. That's just a little less than the price of the bus that would take us to Kuala Lumpur later that night.
We look at one another, knowing neither of us has any intention of paying that. But we can't even open our mouths to negotiate a lower price. What kind of people do you think we are?

We will feel so guilty that this 90 pound 85 year old man is pulling all 500 pounds of us behind his rickity bicycle in 108 degree weather that we will end up buying him a gallon of water, lunch and dinner and three ice cream cones. Then we'll want to get him cab fare home and a new pair of shoes.

We walked away in silence.