He was pretty angry and aggressive; and I guess he was expecting trouble from me. I gave him the cart and started sharing about my calling/ministry in the streets. He immediately calmed down; and wanted to hear more. In a way, I was witnessing to him. We had a good talk and I transferred my gear to the luggage cart.
Note:
If I wouldn't have had the luggage cart; I would have been in a bad way
trying to get my gear back to camp, that was 7 miles away.