It turned out that the meter was right in front of us but was switched off. The driver was trying to scam me. He started asking me how much it cost me to get from the airport to Quezon City where I lived. I gave him the lowest amount possible and asked him nicely to switch the meter on. He then started to pretend that he didn't know his way around the city and pestered me with directions. I told him to take the nearest and fastest way but in the end he took a longer one. We spent around 20 minutes going around Makati so that by the time we got on EDSA, which I told him to take, the meter said I owed him more than 200 hundred pesos. I knew I was home because I had just stepped right into a highway robbery.
Anyway, I have more horrific cab stories than this. Suffice it to say that my body has not yet readjusted to being back home. I have been wanting to write about my experience in India but it will not just be. I guess I will finally be able to write it next week. In the mean time, the girls are getting ready to celebrate our 4th anniversary at the beach. Tomorrow, Friday and Saturday, different batches of girls will trek to Puerto Galera for a weekend celebration of successes in the past year and those we hope to achieve in the coming one.