. . . is anyone meeting me? Not sure, so take the precaution of booking a ‘pay in advance’ cab at 1st opportunity outside the baggage hall – after changing the sterling I had left in my wallet – 75.4 Rps to the pound and suddenly I’m rich – I’ve got thousands! And every single one has Ghandi on the front.
‘Air-conditioned or ‘ordinary’ sir? Scuse me? Oh the cab . . . errm . . ordinary please (thinks – I can handle it!) 380 Rps for the cab – just over five quid – wonder how far it is then?
Now as we turn the 1st corner we notice the veritable market of currency exchange stalls with fawning smilers eagerly leaning over the counters trying lure us in. Miniature Basil Fawltys at their most obsequious. Did we get a decent rate, or should we have waited? We turn the 2nd corner and there they are – the crowd of meeters and greeters armed to the teeth with illegible dog-eared A4 papers which will no longer stay up straight so you can read them. I scan them from a distance but don’t expect to see my name. just as I reach the end of the crowd, there I spy my name printed in Black Arial 96 point – hah! That’s how you get noticed.
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