When I arrived there, I thought my luggage had been lost as I needed to wait until everyones case had been taken for me to notice my luggage. But I got a question answered from my previous blog soon enough which was "When you get there at the airport and you need a taxi, are you just gonna click your fingers and a British taxi driver will magically appear?", if that person who asked that question is reading this blog then I have the most unbelievable news for you, There is a sign at the airport which said TAXI, and at that sign was a man who was fluent in English so he could transport English speaking tourists to where they need to be, I didn't have the magic powers to make a British taxi driver appear so I made do with this.
Well soon as I stepped outside, all I could smell was hot air and it was boiling at late night. Got to the hotel and they were all English speakers there too. Room was ok I guess, but all I wanted was somewhere to rest my eyes.
I thought to go and buy a few drinks so I went downstairs to ask for the hotel bar and they say "No there is no bar here, go six minutes down road and you find noodle bar" So then I went there and there was this guy named Charles serving me. All I wanted was a drink and cider doesn't exist there, I wern't even able to have a bottle of beer without having to buy a portion of noodles.
I did speak to Christine over the phone in the noodle bar (yes she does speak English, panic over) and she arranged the following days activities at the museum (oh dear) keep you all posted on what happened on that day peeps.
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