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Published: March 17th 2011
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So picture this, after the dentist we jumped in a cab, for the simple operation of driving to the Tune hotel, at the LCCC airport.
Along comes our little old Indian Taxi driver, armed with a 1991 Proton sagem. My mouth is completely swollen and numb, already he gives me a funny look, as 5 minutes after leaving the dentist i try to eat an ice cream with a numb face. ( It would probably be easier to eat a Yorkshire pudding through a letter box) end result=face painted.
We throw our bags in then we jump in and tell him to go to the airport. Its usually a 45 min journey, which in this old rust bucket is long enough as immediately we realize the air con is broken. He spins the car around blindly across 6 lanes of traffic and trundles through the busiest road in KL.
40 min later we are at a stand still and he puts his indicator on randomly for the 50th time, but this time he moves in that direction, we are amazed! until he pulls up at some random hotel and points.." we said Tune hotel LCCC AIRPORT!!"
"oh
sorry sorry, i didn't know , i didn't think, i know airport, very good, we go"
No problem as luckily we had a flight the next day so we explained that there was no panic, we could take our time and he did not have to stress, we actually felt a little sorry for him as he seemed to be working himself up and was acting a little strange.
finally we got away from the congested city and hit the highway. Our driver was still a little erratic and making us very nervous, missing a road worker by millimeters, several times we told him to slow down, he answered by explaining that he was almost out of fuel so he had to drive fast??????
after a while of, gripping each others hands and closing our eyes while Gupta swerved back and forth across 4 lanes we arrived at the gas station.
The heat in the car had got the better of us, so before certain death, we decided to buy ourselves a nice cold drink while our driver filled up the tank.
Whilst standing in the que in the gas station, Ilona shouted "the taxis leaving!"
i laughed thinking she was joking, only to see our bright yellow Taxi wheel spinning off the for court!!!!!
We walked outside in disbelief, had we been robbed? by an old Indian? i think not, but who knows?
Our passports, everything was in the backpacks, we now had one cash card but no cash.
We walked around the back of the gas station trying to look cool, knowing he was not there but looking any way, he was no where to be seen.
The Malaysian petrol attendant came running over, he also was in shock, he started trying to organize us a lift from a passer by. Together we had already talked through our plan of looking through the cctv footage from the gas station, calling the embassies, trying to get a new passport and dealing with the money lost; as we would miss the flights to Cambodia etc etc.
In our lives together, up to now, nothing is impossible.
After around 20 min, the driver re-appeared, walking, staring at the floor, mumbling whilst bashing his own head with the palm of his hand. His car was parked around the corner, he had just reversed about 6km down the motorway after leaving the gas station at high speed without even looking in the back of the cab to see if his passengers where in the back....unreal!!!!!!!
There was a time in life i/we would have been very angry, but this trip has been such a journey it is now only possible to laugh at things such as this........................
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