Taking a taxi in Lima is a bargaining affair and the prices always start high since I'm clearly a foreigner. Whether or not I will budge on a price is a combination of how well I know the fare and how badly I want to get home. Some days, I'll pay a little more but other days, I fight and fight and then sometimes just walk away.
When a driver submits his opening offer with the diminutive of soles, which is solcitos, there's no doubt in my mind that he's trying to rip me off. Why emphasis the smallness of your offer if it's a fair price?
Last week, the solcitos made an appearance.
Driver: "Ten solcitos."
Me: "No, eight."
Me: "No, I'll pay eight."
Driver: "Nine soles, because I have a clean car just for you, señorita."
And with an eye roll, I opened the door and hopped into the back seat. Then sun had come out that day, which is gladly welcomed in our sun-less Lima winter, but when it comes out, it's hot. I was dressed for winter in summer weather and simply wanted to get home. So the extra sol was worth it, just to get home and ride in clean car.