Outside the airport.

The guy to the right is Patrick, a taxi driver. Later in the day as we waited for our ride, he offered the use of his phone so we could reach our contact. He tried getting more money than I wanted to offer. We had a very lively exchange of words but he finally conceded. At that point, he laughed, extended his hand, and asked me, "What is your name, my name is Patrick, you're okay man."