I was exiting the Museum of Fine Art in Jakarta and I needed a ride back to my chateaux in Jaksa. Taxi drivers here are nothing like the evil drivers in Malaysia. Here is a brief example from my travels last night.
Saint: Good evening sir. I am wondering if you could give me a ride back to my place in Jaksa?
Cabbie: Of course I can sir.
Saint: How much?
Cabbie: Since you're a foreigner it's free.
Saint: Oh, god bless you and your ancestors.
Cabbie: God bless me? God bless you! I will hug you!
Saint: Then let's hug.
It's funny that at the end of this altercation I actually accepted a ride with this particular cabbie. We exchanged a few pleasantries on the way home.
P.S. If I ever go missing or something, I want the photo from this post to appear on the news.