The Transfer from hell...

After our lunch and shopping spree at the Grand Bazaar we head back to the romance hotel, after picking up our luggage from Sude konak while the Erboy bitch watched us.

We sit in the lobby of the romance hotel when bellboy storms in and plants himself next to us, pulls out his cigerette pack and lights one after the other. Soon we are both choking in smoke and decide to yell "No Cigerette" at him. I pull out my camera and start taking random photos in the lobby. Soon the transfer guy arrives - quick flashback the same transfer guy that wanted to stop at a musuem on our first day. Transfer guy is a freind of the bellboy, so we all jump into the van to go to the airport. Bellboy thought he will come and say bye to us.

This is when I realise I have taken 15 years off my life. The transfer guy being obessessed with the Grand Prix decides to scare the bellboy by racing down the freeway at 130 kms. The bellboy sitting at the front seat coped most of the action while we nearly wet our pants in the back seat. The 25 minute ride to the airport is something I will never forget. We were tailgating other cars on the freeway, cutting across three lanes without looking in the mirror or indicating for that matter. The best part was most of this occurred while the transfer guy was on his mobile.

Somehow we manage to get stuck or trapped in between a truck and a taxi so the transfer guy had to slam on his brakes immediately before we all got crushed to death. The joyride continued as we continued cutting lanes, we nearly knocked over a guy on his motorcycle and in order to prevent this we swerved into the next lane only to avoid another collision.

My heart was racing, for a minute I thought we were going to die and I would never get to see home again. While I was going through this tortue I had my video camera filming the race. I could barely watch with my eyes so I figured if we survived I would like to see what we went through to get to the airport.

We manage to arrive at the airport but not before we are about to slam smack bang into the car in front of us at the speed we are travelling. The transfer guy starts heading towards the international airport. I realise we have missed our exit so I scream out. What does the transfer guy do? He slams on the brakes, not considering there may be a car behind us. We go slamming across to the front seat.He starts to reverse 100m or so down a freeway in order to take the exit.

The transfer guy stops the van. We throw ourselves out of the van and want to kiss the concerte and land. I start feeling sick and want to vomit after all the cutting lanes and swinging back and fourth.

We grab our luggage and barely say bye to the bellboy who's face is almost blue from being scared. We manage to squeeze in a group hug as we pratically have tears running down our cheeks from happiness that we are alive. We drag our luggage towards the entrance door of the airport when the bellboy yells I'll organise a transfer for your return. We scream our lungs out NO TRANSFER, TAXI!!!!