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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #40 on: March 26, 2016, 06:28:40 am »
Good luck Mr. Zog
but I think you are a survivor and will be ok anyway.
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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #41 on: March 26, 2016, 11:29:36 am »
The mind boggles at how many people are leaving. We left again after trying SA for a 2nd time for 12 months. This time most likely for good. Living in Amsterdam now.

Good luck Mr Zog

I'm coming back, but looking to ultimately settle elsewhere in southern Africa.

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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #42 on: March 26, 2016, 02:53:38 pm »
Hey Waxpiel.
Post pics of the walmart chicks man

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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #43 on: March 26, 2016, 06:47:24 pm »
Hey Waxpiel.
Post pics of the walmart chicks man

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Ja Zog. 'n thread sonder pics....jy weet van beter.

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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #44 on: March 26, 2016, 08:56:36 pm »
Hey Waxpiel.
Post pics of the walmart chicks man

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Ja Zog. 'n thread sonder pics....jy weet van beter.

Wys ons waar jy bly en die surroundings man. Wifi in die Mericans se dorp is mos vinnig

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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #45 on: March 26, 2016, 09:34:19 pm »
Ok, where was I?...

I dunno, page 1 somewhere...  :peepwall:


Anyways. I dried most of my tears, and when I woke up on the morning of the 15th March I was excited to be going. A couple of cups of coffee (I can mos pee on the aerie?) and toothbrush packed into the bag, and into the rental car we got. ( I had already sold our car, so we got a rental from Budget for the last week or so, arranged that we would return it at the airport). Drove to Jan Smuts (or whateva its called now  ;D ) and gave the rental car back. The Twat at the car return place says that I dented the bonnet. I told him it was like that when I git the car in Hatfield. twatwaffle decides he wants to argue with me. So I ask him "were YOU at the Hatfield branch to inspect the car when I got it?". Eish, no, but we don't give out cars with damage.

Jissis.

I count to ten. Then I take two deep breaths. Because I know that if I bliksem this fucker now, I'll miss my flight.

So I just say ok. Thats fine, I took insurance, sort it out. And I hand him the key. Then he says he cant accept the key because the "fuel tag"  isn't on the keyring.

I take another deep breath.

What fuel tag, I ask?

Eish, the tag that was on the keyring when I got the car.

I tell him that there was no tag on the keyring when I got the car. He insists that there was. I ask him if he was in Hatfield at the branch when I got the car to see if there was a tag on the keyring?

No he says. But there is always a tag.

I tell him I took the insurance, he must just claim a new fuel tag. I turn around and start pushing my trolley with the bags on it away. He calls me back, tells me I am NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE.

Jissis. Fuck me. Please can I just kill this fucker? For " oulaas"? He REALLY deserves it. Seriously. He WANTS to die...

I take a VERY deep breath, I turn around. I walk....

We go to the baggage wrap guys so they can put the plastic on the bags so that the fuckers in the back might not scale our stuff when we check it in. R70 per bag!!! Jissis, some guy is making a FORTUNE!!!

Its still about 3 hours before the plane leaves, and check-in is usually only from 2 hours before the flight, but I want to just see where we have to check in, because I haven't flown Emirates before. We find the check-in counter and the lady says that we can do an early check in! Sweet! We can get rid of the heavy bags!

She weighs the bags and we are just under-weight, SWEET! I was stressed that we would be over and have to pay in money... everything costs extra money these days... We get our boarding passes and head on over to the customs gate "B", because gate "A" is closed for renovations. We notice that our backpacks are MOEROFA heavy. Because we have put all the important stuff that we can't have stolen into them. Laptops, tablets, chargers, cell phones, documentation, hard drives, books to read on the plane, clean t-shirt and deodorant, etc...

The bags with the wheels are all around R2k in the international departures shops. WAAAY too expensive. But then I spy a place that sells this little trolley-jobbie that you strap your bag to, and you can pull it along. R600. FAAAARK!!!! Its only worth about R50, but ok. I know we will have a very long walk in Dubai airport, we will need them, so I bend my credit card one last time.

Then we have a chow at the Mugg & Bean. And another coffee, because I can mos pee on the aerie....
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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #46 on: March 26, 2016, 09:49:51 pm »
The Flight...

We looked at all the airlines. All possibilities. The cheapest flight we could get to Orlando, Florida from Johannesburg was with Emirates, via Dubai. All inclusive, US$841 each. Not too shabby Nige!

Only drawback. We first fly west, then east. Its gonna be a Loooong flight. But those air-hosties for Emirates are HAWT!!!  :drif:  Those cute little red hats with the beige scarf... grrrrrr!!!!

The first leg to Dubai was 8 hours. Not too bad, I have flown long distance before, the flight to Accra, Ghana was 6 hours! I even slept on that flight (it did depart Accra for JHB after midnight though...) Jissis. 8 hours in an aerie... not fun let me tell you. The food was lekker, and the hostie had nice eyes. Pity it was a dude though. So skeef soos n diesel-driven cuckoo clock. But nice eyes anyway. Bet he is a hit with the other koffie-moffies.  ;) :lol8:

We arrived in Dubai in the dark, but as we came in to land I did see that moerofa tall skinny building. I think its the highest one in the world? Anyways, it was the middle of the night, and I was moeg. We hopped on a bus that took us on a trip to the terminal building, and I could tell that Dubai was a big airport. The bus trip was around 20 mins. We got off the bus and we had to have our bags checked, even though we were just in transit.

OH FOK!!!!

 I almost forgot to tell you. I bought one of those credit-card knives from that dude on the forum a while back. I did mean to take it out of my wallet and put it in my check-in baggage. Seriously I did. But I didn't. I forgot. I had a LOT on my mind ok...

It was only when we were buying the bag-trollies at JHB airport that I found the CC knife when I took my CC out to pay for them. And this was AFTER I had passed through security and the X-ray machine and stuff. I had smuggled a KNIFE into the security area of JHB airport. And I was heading to Dubai. Dubai. Where they do stuff like chop guys heads off if they smuggle drugs and shit.

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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #47 on: March 26, 2016, 09:53:58 pm »
Now before you-all (thats an american way of saying it, just for you Draatie  ;D ) think that it was an easy decision to make, let me stop you right there.

I have worked extensively in Africa, but I have never left the African continent. So I'm an African, through and through. Born and raised. African dust runs in my veins, I love the African continent.

I have family in Africa. My mom, my dad, my step-mom and step-sister, my grandfather, my sister, aunts and uncles etc.

But the BIGGEST fuckup. A fuckup that almost made me cancel everything.

I have a son in Africa.

My son is 8 years old, and he lives with his mom. My ex. She has custody, and there is no way she would ever let him come with me to the USA. Never. I would have to leave him behind. Jissis guys. Those of you who are dads, try thinking about that? Try put yourselves in my shoes for a few seconds. No lekker. Not lekker at all.

I did justify it for myself though. My justification. Nobody else's, so judge me if you want to, I don't care. Its my choice, my call, so be it. If its the wrong call, I'll live with the consequences. My justifications: When the time comes for him to go to university, he will have access to any university that he chooses in the USA, so he can get a decent education. And if he decides that he wants to come and live in the USA later, he will have the access to do that too. Lets say that he'll have a back-door, should he need/want to use it.

I got him a smartphone, and installed whatsapp for him. I gave him my old laptop, and registered him a Skype account. I gave the ex my 3G wifi router, and a large amount of data so that my son and I would be able to chat as often as possible. Just so that he would know that daddy hasn't abandoned him. So that he can call me, whenever he wants to. We are close as father and son, and I wanted to try and keep it that way. By any way that I could. I hope I have succeeded.

I'll end off this installment now. its almost 1am here, and I need to get some sleep now.

I'll just say that the last couple of weeks in SA I had my bladder very close to my eyes. In fact my eyes overflowed several times...  :'(

Dont worry to justify it for yourself , make sure you can justify it to your son when he is older. Good luck
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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #48 on: March 26, 2016, 09:57:23 pm »
Great story so far Mr. Zog looking forward to the rest. I am happy for you.
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« Reply #49 on: March 26, 2016, 10:33:56 pm »
So we were sitting in the Mugg & Bean INSIDE the security area in JHB International Oliver R Tambo Jan Smuts Airport and I proudly show the wife my Credit Card knife  ;D  I am mos a awesome smuggler!

I tell her that I bet her that I can smuggle it ALL THE WAY into the USA inside my wallet.

mistake


JISSIS. HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED. But have you ever seen a woman when she schemes we both gonna end up in the tjoekie in Dubai?

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit....  :o

She goes all quiet... like she still talks, but she talks very quietly... she looks me in the eye while she talks...



Guys. We know this. When a chick gooi's this move, then its BEYOND THUNDERDOME. Its like... don't even THINK about arguing. Don't even open your mouth. Just nod and agree and do whatever she says.

I take the credit card knife, wrap it in a serviette from M&B, and I walk over to a trash-can and I dump it. Gone.

Anyways, she seems to calm down, and we talk again.

Where was I?

Oh yes.... we were in Dubai, we had just landed and taken a 20-minute bus-ride in the dark to the terminal building...

Everyone has to have their stuff checked. We also have to take off all belts, and watches, and wallets etc. Everything goes through the x-ray machine. The security dudes are grim-faced. I have seen that TV program about Dubai airport, and if my boss was a steroid junkie with a hardegat attitude, I'd also be grim. But I didn't see the muscle-dude from the TV. He must have been sleeping. TV stars need their beauty sleep...

We passed through security ok, and then saw that we had to be in a different terminal for our connecting flight. We started walking. I was really glad for the trolley I had bought for my back-pack. We must have walked about 3km when we finally arrived at the right gate for our connecting flight. There was nobody there yet, not even other passengers waiting.

We had received a couple of complimentary meal vouchers when we checked in at Emirates in JHB, and we found a food-outlet that accepted them. I got a coffee and a sandwich, coffee because I was dead on my feet and I needed to stay awake so I didn't miss the connection. It was around 2am SA time by now, I was FUBAR. After the sarmie, we found some chairs to wait on. Dubai airport has these awesome chairs that you can sleep on. They are like pool-loungers, with a piece for your legs. I didn't take any pics, sorry. Like I said, I was beyond exhausted. All the stress of the last couple of weeks, and a lot of missed sleep too...

I managed to log onto the WD forum through my tablet on the free airport wifi. But I didn't go check any porn because I scheme the ou's in the UAE don't like us doing stuff like that over there. Anyway, I didn't stay online long, because I wanted to save my battery.

Eventually they called us for boarding, and we got on the plane, a 777-200. The one from JHB to Dubai was the 777-300, a bit bigger. We had pre-booked our seats, right at the back where there are only 2 seats next to each other. Cool. The plane took off, and I fell asleep. I must have slept for about 2 hours, but then the hostie ( a very gorgeous lady this time  ;D  ) woke me offering me a meal. I ate, because I was hungry again. And then I asked for a bottle of wine, and I took two sleeping pills. Not proper sleeping pills, those that they give you over the counter, the anti-histamine kind. Bang. Gone. Another two hours of sleep.

I woke up and the sun was just rising. I only knew this because I opened up my window blind and illuminated the entire cabin of the plane... all the other blinds were down as the passengers gently slept. I git a few mutters from those I had woken up...

The flight from Dubai was interesting. I looked at the map and thought that we would fly over north africa, then the atlantic to Florida. Nope. Apparently because of the curvature of the earth (the earth is round!!!  :eek7: ) the most direct route is over northern europe! A moerofa curve in my books, but ok, they are the experts.

We flew over places like Germany and Holland and England and Ireland... there is an awesome feature on the TV at each seat that shows where you are, and what altitude you are flying at, and what the outside temp is and kak like that. Moerofa interesting. There is even a video camera that you can select to see below the plane so you don't have to sit at a window seat and get a sore neck from looking out all the time to see whats down there.

The leg from Dubai to Orlando was just over 16 hours.

Torture.

My legs swelled up. Even my knees were swollen. It was fucking painful. I did get up and walk around on the plane, but we also git lost of times where the plane was bouncing a bit and the driver put the sign on that told us to go sit down and put our seat belts on because we could get banged around. They needed to fix the shocks on that aerie I scheme...

After an eternity we started the descent from 40 000 feet... I could make out some ships on the ocean below us. At least if we crashed now there would some witnessess to film itr and put it on youtube then I would at least get my 3 minutes of fame. I almost wished the fucking plane would crash so that I could just get some fresh air and stretch properly.

We made a few turns as we descended for Orlando, and I got my first ever look at my new home.

Water.

Lots of water.

Lots of lots of water EVERYWHERE!!!

Ponds, dams, lakes, canals, rivers, streams... LOTS of water everywhere.... and that means LOTS of fish. Bass. Largemouth Bass....  :drif:  :drif:  :drif:
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« Reply #50 on: March 26, 2016, 11:04:06 pm »
I hope that the driver sent that plane for new shocks. Because the landing was a bit hard and bouncy.

Then we stopped and they opened the doors and we felt the heat and humidity of Florida.... AWESOME!!!!

It felt just like Mozambique in the summer. Hot and sweaty... just like I like it.  ;D

We walked into a terminal building, and then I had to take a special queue. The one for IMMIGRANTS. Well, it wasn't really a special queue, but I felt special. I had a stamp in my passport that said " Immigration Visa", and I had a envelope in my hand that the consulate in JHB had given me that I was not allowed to open that I had to hand in when I got there.

The customs dude was smart. He had the "High-and-tight" haircut (that "opskeur haarstyl" that all the US Soldiers also like so much) and lost of shiny badges and shit on his shirt. He scanned my passport, and then took my envelope of documents and took me into a back-room. I expected that I would then get strip-seached and cavity-checked and given electrical shocks to make me reveal the real reasons for my arrival in the USA, but unfortunately none of this. Another dude with a " high-and-tight"  took my envelope and my passport into another office and returned a few minutes later.

"Welcome to the Yewnited Stayts of America" he drawled, and shook my hand. He passed me back my passport. He explained that the stamp he had added to my Immigration Visa had now "activated" my visa, and I was now sorted. He said that my Green Card and my Social Security Card would be mailed to me in due course, I could expect to wait up to 3 months.

Ok. They said at the US consulate in JHB that it would take about 2-3 weeks for my Green Card and SS card to arrive... But I wasn't about to argue... I thanked the dude and took my passport. I joined the queue to collect my bags from the carousel. Bags retrieved I loaded them, and the wife's, onto a trolley and joined the queue for the inspections.

A very cute little doggie with a MASSIVE dude in uniform walked past, the doggie smelling at all the bags. It was one of those drugs-dogs I reckon. Poor little fellow... he just needs to "Say No"  to drugs...  :peepwall:

He didn't stop and smell my bags and then sit, thank goodness. Or I may have just shat myself... that dude with the doggie was HUGE.... I would have a hard time kicking his arse to try and escape.  :patch:  :imaposer:

There was a dude who was "screening" everyone, sending some for bag inspections, and others were just waved through. I was just waved through. I must have an honest face.

We passed into another section, and then this dude with a heavy Spanish accent tells me to put my bags on another carousel. Dude. Are you kidding? I just got them, there ain't no way I am getting on another flight now. I just wanna take my bags and get outta there... Uh-uh. Put the bags on the carousel, and when I get to the MAIN Building I can get them again at Carousel 28B-2. Or something like that... Jissis. OK, I' m too tired to argue, but if any of you fuckers scale my stuff I'mm gonna bliksem you fuctkup. I put my bags on the baggage carousel and go up the escalator. There I see a train waiting. We get on the train and it rides to the MAIN BUILDING. Massive, enourmous, main terminal building.

We follow the signs to where the carousel 28B-2 (or whatever) is. Eventually find it, and I see  row of trolleys. I try and take a trolley. But its stuck. The wheel is in a rail, and I can't get it out. I start pulling harder. Its still stuck. I start rukking it moerofa hard... ist STILL STUCK. Fuck... I need a trolley, those damn bags are heavy man.

A security dude strolls up to me. Says in a Southern Drawl... "you-all gotta pay for that-there cart". I look again. There is a sign. Fuck. Ok. $5 deposit for the baggage trolley. BLIKSEM!!!! $5!!!! Oh well. Good thing is that I can just swipe the Credit Card, they trolley release mechanism accepts credit cards.... well fuck me sideways!

I swipe the card, the trolley releases, just like that. Jissis. I can't believe....

We get the bags off Carousel 28B-2 (or something like that). Now we need to find the car-rental desk... a sign shows the way to the car-rental offices. We walk out of the terminal building and need to cross the street into the parkade where the rental company is.

And that' s where I had my FIRST WTF!?!?! moment...  O0
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« Reply #51 on: March 26, 2016, 11:14:37 pm »
WTF was inside the envelope?
 

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« Reply #52 on: March 26, 2016, 11:17:48 pm »
WTF was inside the envelope?

I dunno? It was given to me in the Consulate in JHB, with very strict orders NOT TO OPEN it.

I think it was all the documentation that I submitted at the consulate in JHB...  ???
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« Reply #53 on: March 26, 2016, 11:35:33 pm »
Ponds, dams, lakes, canals, rivers, streams... LOTS of water everywhere.... and that means LOTS of fish. Bass. Largemouth Bass....

and gators.
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« Reply #54 on: March 26, 2016, 11:42:16 pm »
Ponds, dams, lakes, canals, rivers, streams... LOTS of water everywhere.... and that means LOTS of fish. Bass. Largemouth Bass....

and gators.

Gators are pussies.

I have caught a African Nile Crocodile. With my bare hands. I are TOUGH boet....  :imaposer: :imaposer: :imaposer:
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« Reply #55 on: March 27, 2016, 12:37:11 am »
If you ever publishe a book I would buy a copy. I really enjoy reading your story. Some parts are kak funny. Cant wait for the rest.

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« Reply #56 on: March 27, 2016, 01:02:42 am »
WTF was inside the envelope?

I dunno? It was given to me in the Consulate in JHB, with very strict orders NOT TO OPEN it.

I think it was all the documentation that I submitted at the consulate in JHB...  ???
Mule, I tell you, you were a mule.

Probably just some SA presents sent "home" from a consulate employee.

Your writing skill rocks.
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« Reply #57 on: March 27, 2016, 01:47:09 am »
WTF was inside the envelope?

I dunno? It was given to me in the Consulate in JHB, with very strict orders NOT TO OPEN it.

I think it was all the documentation that I submitted at the consulate in JHB...  ???
Mule, I tell you, you were a mule.

Probably just some SA presents sent "home" from a consulate employee.

Your writing skill rocks.

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« Reply #58 on: March 27, 2016, 02:05:30 am »
Righty-O then. Most of you dudes and dudettes are sleeping now. But don't worry, I'm awake and keeping the forum ticking over.

So, the WTF moment.

But first. Let me explain.

My wife told me that I would have a bit of a culture shock when I came over here. Well, she was partly correct. It was a culture shock. But not a bit. Some things have just blown me away. When something like that happens, all I can do is just stand back and laugh like a crazy person. The first few times my beloved wife thought I had gone crazy. Now she just explains to whoever is around that I'm a bit cuckoo, but not dangerous at all.

Back to the first WTF moment...

We walked out of the airport terminal building into the warm and humid Orlando air. A short pathway to a road, behind which stood a massive parking garage, several stories high. The car rental company was inside that parkade. The pathway ended at a pedestrian crossing across the road just in front of the parkade. Think JHB airport and the road in front where you drop off and pick-up passengers. I was pushing the $5 trolley loaded with our 4 check-in bags. As I got to the pedestrian crossing I saw that there were no cars coming, and I was about to start pushing the trolley across the road when my beloved lady stopped me.

You see, the light was red for me. So what? you may ask...

Well. Here there are a different set of rules. Here the rules are: you obey the rules.

Everyone else also stopped. There were still no cars coming, but the light was red. Then the light turned green, and we could walk... so we did.

For me, coming from a city like Pretoria, where jaywalking is so commonplace we don't even think about it anymore. Suddenly thrust into a place where a cop will give you a ticket if you cross the street against the red light. Jissis.

WTF?  I stood on the other side of the street and laughed. The cars that did come stopped at the red light. Then a countdown-timer showed on the pedestrian light, counting down the seconds it would take for the pedestrian light to turn red. The pedestrians still coming stopped walking, even though they now only had a yellow light. The cars waited for their light to turn green, and only then did they proceed.

Then I saw my first American Cop car. It was white, with a green stripe along the side. It was a Dodge, Charger or Challenger, I can't remember exactly. But my bliksem it looked good! Aggressive stance, and it looked like it was doing 200 MPH just crawling along... MAN!!!  :drif:

My first WTF moment... people obeying the red light at a pedestrian crossing. Willfully, naturally, as if it was just the thing to do.

Awesome.  :thumleft:
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Re: Life in America - I made the move.
« Reply #59 on: March 27, 2016, 02:25:08 am »
The car rental...

We had booked a rental car when we booked the air ticket. Because we had to drive from Orlando to Cocoa Beach where the Motel was that we had booked. A trip of about 45 minutes or so.

We had reserved a "Group A" vehicle. In SA that would mean Chevy Spark, or a Hyundai i10, or similar. In the USA it would also mean a little compact car, similar to the SA version.

We got to the reservation desk and were greeted by a young lady. "Well good afternoon, how can I be of assistance to you today?" And it actually sounded like she meant it! We explained that we had booked a rental with them. She looked on her computer for about 10 seconds, and told us that she had us on her system. She then said that she just needed my wife's credit card so that they could swipe it and complete the transaction.

Oops.

My wife doesn't have a credit card. She has a Bank Of America Debit Card.

Oops. And my SA credit card doesn't have nearly enough funds in it to cover the cost of a rental car.

No problem. She calls her manager over. He listens to the story. She has been in SA for 8 years, and only has a debit card.

No problem. "Lets make this work then" he says. Swipes the debit card, gets the bank authorisation for the rental. Sorted.

Then he says " but we have another problem. we are all out of Group A vehicles. You guys can just choose whatever other vehicle you would like. Come with me into the lot and see what you want." 

We follow him into the lot. I spy a RED MUSTANG. Jissis. Fokkit maar dis darm flippen mooi  :drif:

I ask him if we can take the Mustang, just as a joke.

"Sure. No problem." 

I though he was joking. He wasn't.

The next WTF moment...

He opens the door of the Mustang. THE CAR ISN'T EVEN LOCKED!!!!!  :eek7:  Its parked in an open parkade (its got a roof, but no walls or fences or gates or nothing!) and its not stolen or broken into. The radio is still in the dash!

Then the dude reaches onto the dash and grabs the key. THE FRICKEN KEY WAS LEFT ON THE FRICKEN DASHBOARD!!!!  :eek7: :eek7: :eek7: :eek7: :eek7: :eek7: :eek7: :eek7: :eek7:

He hands me the key. I can't take the key. I'm laughing like a crazy person. I can't believe this. Not only is the car unlocked. The key is left on the dash. In a parking lot. At an airport. With hundreds of people walking around...

But we didn't take the Mustang. Unfortunately.

You see, the boot (they call it a trunk here) was too small for all our bags. AND the insurance was $100 more... Bugger.

We ended up taking a Toyota Camry. 3.5 litre engine, auto-box, with all the bells and whistles. Massive boot that JUST took all our luggage.

I never got that close to driving a 2016 Mustang before....  :sip:
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