Me: “Please could you get me a car to go back to my hotel”
Office: “What do you mean?”
Me: “a car, to go back to the hotel, this is the travel office right?”
After much debate over cars, one turns up, no seat belts, completely dreadful state. Ended up going much to fast through the city on the wrong side of the road in a completely unnecessary way.
Then at the hotel the driver asks for cash and refuses to give me a receipt. I then walk into the hotel, he follows me, speaking gibberish. I then escape to the hotel room, while the hotel staff phone me to try and sort it out. As I write they are in the process of getting rid of him.
Sometimes there really is no escape in this place. So there we go….the seconds cannot pass fast enough.