The new increase in flagdown and meter rates found me gravitating towards old and beat-up taxis when I need a ride. So far most of the old cabs still run the old meter rates. They also have dismal air conditioning, tinny sound systems, and some with spoons as door latches. And they also smell of old smoke, old sweat and everything old and stale. All these ambiance for a fare difference of twenty pesos.
As I sit and half-listen to a mumbling driver I took shots of his taxi shrine. Rosaries hanging from the rear view mirror, statuettes glued on the dashboard, the dog whose head sways, the metal cat who waves, a baby shoe, buddha, whatnot, usually comprise the embellishments of a taxi shrine.