No, we landed safely. The plane had to wait on the tarmac for 30 minutes. At the baggage claim , we fortuitously bumped into the two professional photographers (David Burren and Martin Bailey). Check out their websites! When swapping mobile numbers I noticed my phone was not connecting to a service. Also, our driver to the Hotel was a no show.
Grabbed a Taxi instead. OMG. This guy lives inside Carmageddon, Driv3R, and Mad Taxi. Tricia kept closing her eyes, wincing and crushing my right arm.
But no. That wasn’t the crash either.
Tricia was high on adrenaline but lack of sleep over the last 3 days won over. She immediately crashed in the room while I’m exploring and stuff.
All the streets are one way and there are two speeds, stop and rampage.
I was told of a mobile phone shop a couple of streets away. Waited for the stop phases and got to the railway line OK. Why were there 100 or so people inspecting the track? I’ll never know.
The phone shop determined my phone is fine. The SIM accepts the PIN but fails to connect to any service. I’ve roamed before, maybe the direct debit I setup for convenience was a bad idea? Will call Telstra later.
Grabbed a can of V on my way back. There was some crack about “tourista” I didn’t quite get so I suspect I got ripped off. I don’t know what is in this version of V but it taseted wiered and gave me headac,
Tricia is still in crash mode, so I’m blogging from the lobby. The staff are all very ‘fit’ and keep smiling at me, saying “ola”, and offering me things. The coffee is perfecto. Note to self, learn more Spanish.
The American couple just got their cab so now I can tell you how ugly tired old male travellers can get. The bloke drank one of these great coffees whilst watching his wife repack everything. When she was done he asked where did you pack those CDs? And maybe she should repack them some place else so they don’t get smashed. Apparently he’s travelling with an imbicillic slave.
Note to self.
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