I trusted him. We spoke about mate, about his hometown of Colonia and how the colonial city is known for their cheese among other things, and then more about mate. But then came the realization that this taxi-man was taking me for a ride. A long one.
A trip that should have been 100 pesos cost me double. He kept on saying, ¨Algunas cuadras mas (a few more blocks).¨ It´s not the money that bothers me, it´s the thought of being lied to.
But still my buddy the bus is here for me. He never lies with his fare or his route. He stays true to himself and me. Oh my buddy.