Didn't sleep very soundly so got up late at eleven.
After breakfast we tried to find somewhere where we could buy a thermometer. After failing to do so, we looked to see if The Untouchables had finished at the local cinema. We were out of luck there, too, so we headed back to the SA to read and do other exciting things.
We had plenty of arguments with the SA staff because the guy who sold us our bus tickets had not given us our Rs.30 change and he was on holiday today. The receptionist who had agreed to give us both our tickets and our change seemed to have a very small brain and was most unhelpful. The manager was a real little shit. Instead of trying to resolve the situation like a professional, he just brought his staff away from the argument saying that it was nothing to do with the SA.
I went into his office later and had a go at him. I started the conversation by asking for the HQ address so that I could make a written complaint. By the time I had finished telling him about how he was unable to control his staff, he refused to give me the address. The guy was a real moron. It was great fun arguing with him. He fell into one trap after another.
After eating a meal we got a taxi to the Goa bus stop. Even though the driver had agreed on Rs.20 for the ride (10 would have been fair), he couldn't help wondering if I'd mind getting Rs.50 change from a Rs.100 note.
Before the taxi had even stopped, the car was surrounded by boys yelling their heads off asking us if we were going to Goa. It looked suspicious and, sure enough, one of the little brats dragged our bags from us and put them in the coach storage space. A little later, he demanded Rs.10 for this service. We were not impressed, but he pestered us for absolutely ages.
After I had told him to fuck off and Olly had accused him of begging, we were worried that he might secretly take our rucksacks off the bus before the journey started. As an insurance against this, we gave him a massive Rs.2. Most generous, in my opinion.
The coach was described as a luxury bus. I'm not sure why. Perhaps the ordinary coach had wooden benches. Despite the non-reclining seats, however, I managed to sleep intermittently between midnight and eight o'clock in the morning.
After breakfast we tried to find somewhere where we could buy a thermometer. After failing to do so, we looked to see if The Untouchables had finished at the local cinema. We were out of luck there, too, so we headed back to the SA to read and do other exciting things.
We had plenty of arguments with the SA staff because the guy who sold us our bus tickets had not given us our Rs.30 change and he was on holiday today. The receptionist who had agreed to give us both our tickets and our change seemed to have a very small brain and was most unhelpful. The manager was a real little shit. Instead of trying to resolve the situation like a professional, he just brought his staff away from the argument saying that it was nothing to do with the SA.
I went into his office later and had a go at him. I started the conversation by asking for the HQ address so that I could make a written complaint. By the time I had finished telling him about how he was unable to control his staff, he refused to give me the address. The guy was a real moron. It was great fun arguing with him. He fell into one trap after another.
After eating a meal we got a taxi to the Goa bus stop. Even though the driver had agreed on Rs.20 for the ride (10 would have been fair), he couldn't help wondering if I'd mind getting Rs.50 change from a Rs.100 note.
Before the taxi had even stopped, the car was surrounded by boys yelling their heads off asking us if we were going to Goa. It looked suspicious and, sure enough, one of the little brats dragged our bags from us and put them in the coach storage space. A little later, he demanded Rs.10 for this service. We were not impressed, but he pestered us for absolutely ages.
After I had told him to fuck off and Olly had accused him of begging, we were worried that he might secretly take our rucksacks off the bus before the journey started. As an insurance against this, we gave him a massive Rs.2. Most generous, in my opinion.
The coach was described as a luxury bus. I'm not sure why. Perhaps the ordinary coach had wooden benches. Despite the non-reclining seats, however, I managed to sleep intermittently between midnight and eight o'clock in the morning.
Comments