I'm hip to this scam, but the fare is not bad, and something in the man's face makes me like him. I go for it. The driver smokes, I smoke. The driver's name is Getu. I ask Getu how the town has changed in the twelve years since I moved away.
Construction is everywhere.
I ask if the Red Sea restaurant is still in business. Yes I do. Friends for life. D.C. rolls by. I've forgotten how striking the town can be, with its Federal architecture and deep green parks.