Stranger in a Strange land.

It was a long flight that did not seem to end. we boarded the Emirates flight at 2 am. It was quite an adventure to find each seat to have its own LCD screen; there were a whole list of movies to choose from, and in case that was not enough, we could choose TV shows; and even if that, too, wasn't enough, we could choose to view what's in front of the plane by virtue of a camera mounted just under the nose of the plane. We could also choose a camera that showed what the plane was flying over.
We had arranged for a taxi to meet us there. So when we saw Someone holding a piece of paper with our names on it, we were pleasantly Surprised.
He took us out of the building through a labyrinth of tunnels, up the lift and into the covered parking lot. We were a little bemused when we raised he could not remember Where he parked the car.It wasn't as funny when he opened the boot of the or and there was a broken tail light assembly that took Some of the boot space.
Things started to get somewhat scarier when his GPS said "left" and he turned right. l guess he noticed my concern because he turned to me to say that he new a shorter way. He wasn't threatening in any way, in fact he was a rather sweet old man, who had retired and chosen to spend his retired days in England.
He took the route off the motorway, and that look us off the regular, dour paths. It took us through the quaint neighborhoods and provided us a chance to see British humor in action. l couldn't resist taking pictures of some of the shops, So that meant quite a bit of the gems l missed.