The thing about the taxis in Baguio is that, quite often, the passenger seat doesn't have a working seatbelt. It's bent, or twisted, or not there altogether. And whenever I make noises about this, annoyed noises, the driver smiles and says: "It's okay, it's okay."
I think what's happening is, my complaint about the seatbelts is taken as some sort of insult by the driver, as if I'm criticizing his driving, as if I'm implying that he's the sort of shady character and reckless cretin that would purposely get us into an accident. But I'm not worried about him. I'm worried about the other drivers, the ones that might hit us. And the drivers always wear their seatbelts, so why should they take my wanting to have seatbelt in the wrong way?
These are the little things you think about, living in a foreign country. Add them up, all the little things, and you have a new way of looking at life.
With or without a seatbelt on.