That was good, EBW, really good.
Fran and I got "set up" in India. As we came out of the train station in Calcutta, cab drivers clammored for our business. I knew enough about bargaining with these guys so I ended up with a driver at what I thought was a fair price. However, once Fran and I and all the kids, and the luggage, were in the hot black cab, I noticed the driver and his buds covering the meter. I was almost out the door firing luggage onto the pavement when Fran, who had just had a baby, started argueing about relocating to another cab. I reluctantly caved and ended up paying some astronomical fee for a 7 minute ride. To add insult to injury, the cab driver was in cahoots with a very good speaking English fella who just "happened" to walk up to us at the hotel and offer to help us get situated. He turned out to be a con and took us for another bundle over the course of our stay in Calcutta.
My tribe report for today: Follow your gut even if it means your wife's discomfort for an extra ten minutes. Really, by following my gut I would have had the several hundred dollars (that we were taken for) to spread out and spend on personal comfort throughout the remainder of the trip.