"Pay again? Why?"
I heard a tourist asked the local woman at the end of the glass bridge.
"I'm sorry, this is Kesatrian Tridi. Jodipan is there. Different village. Different management."
The woman explained in broken English.
The tourist only stared at her, his posture stiff and his eyes narrowed with suspicion.
I had witnessed this misunderstanding countless times and I knew the issue wasn't the price, but the perception. So I stepped between the tourist and the local woman, and said:







