I know I got ripped off, paying 60 rupees, to return from Hauz Khas, but the clown originally quoted me 80. Halving it to 40 still forced me into a tiresome back and forth negotiation with the driver. If I wasn't so beat, I'd have told him to stuff it, and simply walked back to the metro. It was a crazy dangerous jolting dash. These natural gas driven contraptions have no doors. Like being at Disneyland on Mr Toad's Wild Ride.
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