a quick tidbit, and hopefully a little glimpse into how india works ---at the suggestion of some of my new friends, and a desire to be a bit more mobile, i decided to rent a scooter.
the negotiation went a little something like this:
me: "i'd like to rent a scooter"
rental guy: "do you have a license?"
me: "in usa, yes, not here"
rental guy: "sorry, you need license"
thinking that there are many rental places around, i walked away and recalled that i did have a copy of my drivers license in my room. i returned to the rental place.
me: "look what i found, a copy of my drivers license!"
rental guy: "great, very good."
we negotiated a bit and agreed on a fair price.
me: "oh yeah, i've never driven one of these in my life"
rental guy: "no problem".
he gave me a 5 minute lesson.
rental guy: "so if you get stopped by a cop, tell him you left your license at the hotel"
me: "ok"
rental guy: (paraphrasing) "play it off like you really do have it, if you need to, show him a copy of your license. and if you really need to, give him a 50 rupee bakshish (bribe)"
me: "gotcha"
so, i gave the guy no info, he didn't write down my name, and i was off with the bike. coolin' off with a fresh goan breeze through my hair, like a true nature's child.
i was born, born to be wild
i can climb so high
i never wanna die
born to be wild!
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