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My train arrived on a hot morning in Puri at 3:30 am. An auto-rickshaw driver ran to my window signaling me he wanted to give me a ride. He wanted a fortune in money, and he was extremely drunk. He chased me down the train platform, yelling, trying to punch me. His fellow drivers, finally grabbed him. I escaped. An old man came by in the nick of time, slowly pedaling a bike rickshaw. I paid a much better price, and went off into the pitch black of night to find a hotel. Rickshaw drivers often were very predatory in some places, fighting with each other for a fare, especially at night. Days later he waited to take me somewhere,and asked if I remembered him.