“No thank you”
“You need hotel? I know really nice hotel. Cheap cheap. Ten dollar”
“No, thanks. I have a reservation”
“…You need hotel? Ten dollar”
“I… no, really. It’s fine. Thanks. I have a reservation. Could you tell me which way the cathedral is?”
“That way”, he says, pointing down the road.
So after ten minutes of walking in the wrong direction, I finally figured out the correct way to go, arriving wet and cold in the dark. Bastard taxi drivers have it in for me wherever I go. Continue reading