It's odd the moment the man who's essentially mugging you decides to attempt friendly conversation. "So what's New Zealand like, very beautiful?" asked the conman sitting in the passenger seat next to the taxi driver. Just seconds earlier he'd reached behind and snatched a US$50 note out of my wallet as I leafed in vain for something smaller. I'd touched down in Hanoi in Vietnam and had so far done pretty much everything wrong when it comes to getting from the airport to the city.
For starters, I believed the smartly dressed man who approached me by the baggage carousel really did drive a taxi. Secondly, I inexplicably told him I had to go to the ATM before getting in his car. Thirdly, I let him put my bag in the boot rather than on the seat next to me. And fourthly, I got in the car even though he was all of a sudden not the driver, but the interpreter and tour guide I never asked for.
Alarm bells were already doing a decent chime by the time I noticed the meter spinning like a pokie machine. I knew all about artificially sped-up meters and this was definitely one. Then we pulled off to the side of the road and my friendly guide informed me of an airport highway toll.
"The same one my guidebook says is a scam and doesn't exist?" I said, holding open the relevant Lonely Planet page. "I know you're trying to scam me!" I shouted. It wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to figure that one out. I was attempting to sound tough, but sitting in the backseat with my bag in the boot and half an hour from Hanoi, what could I do?