The Reception Bitch Photo

We manage to drag our bags to reception to check out when we notice that the bitch that insisted we didn't have a room is working behind the desk. We immediately plant ourselves down on the couches and pull out our cameras. The plan is to get a photo of the tart to blog of course.

Well we tried anyway. I stood there while we tried taking a photo of the tart, pretending to take a photo of me. Well this is what we got:

Ok I don't know what the hell this guy is looking at or posing. Like what the hell?
We try and avoid any further contact with this guy.

Meanwhile reception is calling us a cab when I decide to purchase the photo from last nights bellydancing moment. I pay $5 for a photo which will go a long way.

Reception informs me that the taxi will be $40 to Denizli town and we wait near the door. The taxi arrives and we jump in. The taxi driver informs me he needs to stop at a petrol station otherwise we will be stranded in the middle of the road. I agree and we swing into the first petrol station we see.

While the guy is filling up I question on wheher we have to pay while we are motionless at the petrol station. This is when we get into an argument about how the taxi is an agreed price of $40 and if he wants anything more from us we will refuse to pay. We make this decision.

We pull into the bus station, unload our bags, pay the taxi driver $55 without any argument, thank him for his help and stroll along. Like what the hell? When are we going to learn o stick to our agreements and packs? It's obvious that we tend to ignore any decisions made and go for the impulse ones.

Another moment to rethink the costs of trip...