Continuation of previous post .
Leaving it in a cross which offers us the race for Rs 250 while the AC is not as 100/120 or 2 €. It breaks on the highway in search of a more honest guy, but he followed us insistently for 10 minutes, lowering the price a bit slowly and as there are none other, we embark on Rs 150
Barely parties the guy takes a path that is not good and is committed to full speed in a gloomy street without lights. Ugo him yelling, saying it was enough to go straight on the highway but the guy wants nothing to do. The guy must know full well the path (a road that is extremely well known and now empty of any traffic jam given the late hour), so one wonders why it takes passage impracticable or you begin to see small tents claims on the lower side. Ugo chained the guy and I'm in Hindi but he will not know. At this I notice that the time has not prescribed the plate that should have all Rickshaws with their name, registration, full address and other information are normally attached to the back of its head. It smells confuses the nose was full we will have to play tight especially when it sinks into the ghetto. I am preparing him to stick a big right at the slightest movement he began to suspect but have seen how a little afraid of yelling at Ugo. At the end of the street you know he must turn left if he wants to return to common sense. It was decided that in French it is right at the end of the street is skipped if the rickshaw and drive too fast to be too bad the integrity of his head.
Down the street we held our breath and scream''Left! left!''. Luckily the guy complies cons has heart and after a second turn we find ourselves on the street from where we started. He finds something like "Yeah it was good look my way, your destination is straight ahead." That's crazy to us you could just go straight. Following the ride is super tight and the guy is stubborn but you get both a good port. As a precaution I stopped at 500 meters from my home in a place frequented. The guy to my soule I give him Rs 170, so I did not want to talk with him I threw down the money and when he is away I get home.
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