Yesterday I told you how my English saved me.
I was able to out-talk the security guards at the Istanbul airport.
And the result was I got to bring a “dangerous” piece of exercise equipment onboard.
Well, a few hours later, my English would have the opposite effect….
A New Day, A New Country
Greetings from Tbilisi, Georgia!
If you don’t know how to say one of those words, don’t worry, I’m still not sure, either.
But here I am.
Travelling and teaching.
Thank you, Mr. Internet.
And my first adventure in Georgia happened even before I got out of the airport.
As soon as I got past customs, the taxi guys started approaching me.
“Taxi, mister?” “Where you staying?” “You need taxi?”
As we say in English, I wasn’t born yesterday.
I know not to get a ride from someone at the airport.
But after a few minutes of trying to get the ride app working, feeling hungry and tired, another guy approached and said he worked for Bolt, the Uber when there is no Uber.
My lucky day, right?
Wrong.
Long story short, when I finally arrived at my Airbnb, I paid about 4x more than I should have.
Would that have happened to someone who didn’t speak English?
“Taxi, sir?”
(Chinese tourist speaking Chinese)
Georgian taxi driver walks away, looking for a hungry, tired American…
Not your day!
True. But nothing bad happens to a writer; it’s all a story.
So, when were you born? 😛
Apparently, the day after yesterday.