Da Lat cyclo driver at 5:53AM, just before I woke him up to give him his first fare, and likely only one for the day. I had to do this or he'd be gone from this spot later. He can go days without making any money. On such days, he can eat a meal for just eight pennies at a charity eatery. Since leaving home at age 14, he hasn't had a roof over him. On his cab is written "Da Lat 1978." He'll never see his hometown again.