The next person I came across while walking in Cirebon was also a Becak driver. He was a very old driver with a white mustache under his nose. For all intents and purposes, he was older than me. Anyway, I wondered how many Becak were running in this city. I hardly saw any motorbike taxis, but instead I saw many bicycle cabs.
The elderly driver parked his Becak at the end of a large street and sat on the seat waiting for customers to arrive. Of course, he didn't have anything like a smartphone. He was sitting cross-legged, waiting for a customer to arrive, not letting his phone steal his time.
When I pointed my camera at the elderly man, he responded with a smile. He seemed to know that I wasn't a customer without even asking, and when I approached him and pointed my camera at him, he just smiled back and didn't ask me if I wanted a ride or how far I wanted to take him. It was as if it was a rule that cabs in Java, whether they were bicycles or cars, were not supposed to tout relentlessly.
|Jan 2021 INDONESIA PEOPLE|
|BECAK CAP CIREBON MUSTACHE OLD MAN RICKSHAW WALLAH SANDAL|
January 11, 2021
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SONY ALPHA 7R II
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