As I neared the Cirebon station, the number of people walking along the road and cars on the road increased. The area around the station was not necessarily the center of the town, but I guess there are a lot of people coming and going around the station.
And near the station, there were people who were looking for the traffic. There were porters carrying the luggage of people who came by train, and there were men waiting for customers in bicycle cabs. The man with the mustache in this photo was one of them. He was a driver of a bicycle cab called Becak, and he had parked his vehicle on the side of the road near the station, waiting for customers to arrive.
As I passed by, I made eye contact with the man with the mustache. Now that we were eye to eye, there was no way I could pass him by. I took my camera and approached the man. The man seemed a little upset by the spur-of-the-moment situation. He held up his hands and acted as if he was going to pose or not. The man's line must have been something like, "No way, there's no point in taking a photo of me." I didn't understand it because he said it in Indonesian but the line echoed in my mind with the exaggerated feeling of an American drama.
February 28, 2021
SONY ALPHA 7R II
ZEISS BATIS 2/40 CF