Oh man, I've even tried to hold back and write no general Jungle Junction Diss, but today I was just time for an hour or two there to give up on a visit to my "page" for the purpose of the available cargo space for Nairobi-Zurich.
But I do not know if I'm going there purely to the gate, I could already start to puke. Duncan was strange weird mood today. I explain why I am here because of the cargo just cause, it only reacts to something strange and incomprehensible brubbelt. There is no paper on which I can write something. I then ask for Dan in the workshop her for a piece of paper. I get a large 4x5cm wrote, on which I then write down the info. Dan asks me why I was ever gone to another hotel. Um, because it was already full here, you Vollhorst? Well, I really have the nose full of the faces here. I've actually tried always good to swallow my anger and my inability to down here. But here I feel just like a gun loaded, actually what? Anger, rage, incomprehension, annoyance? No idea, anyway, I get every time NEN thick neck when I was there. Finally, Duncan still clamored around so funny and wants to pin me down on us so we see again in any case, but not in the friendly sense, but rather in the tone, than that I am indebted to him yet. So once ne bill would open. Huh, what? I'm in the shit load, so workshop and "Hostel" certainly left a total of 100 000 Kenya shillings (1000 Oi). Do you want me now pull off some more for the night that I spent on the couch? That would be the only way that would occur to me because ... Oh man, I can beat the sick.
With Chris I speak as little as possible anyway. His style, on the one hand, moderate-cynical dude come over to let hang out on the other hand, the supposedly professional service working, unfortunately I can not really off. About the "communication" as a whole I've already missed plenty, which is just crap. I forget literally there's the last action of the shock absorber. What is your beautiful so difficult about writing a stupid text message back with ner info, yes, we have, or no, we do not have? No idea. Well, the expertise here in the workshop, of which I am personally convinced, in my experience is anything but. It may be that Chris is a very good Frickler and in the field of "coupling" has only a small flaw. The problem is that Chris himself is hardly to what to do in the workshop. Well, Dan's skills I would even classify apprentice first / second year of training, and the other two (Locals) are at best 4-wheel versed in the topic. This whole situation leads naturally to the fact that there is great janz delays when processing the "pipeline" in the workshop. Now when I'm bad times, I could assume that the method has. Is it any traveler whose car a day longer stays in the workshop, a day longer paying guest in the hostel. I mean, the price for the clutch repair was really okay, there's nothing to complain about. But in the two weeks waiting time I have pulled the trigger even every day for 30-35 Ois's room, from the other "services" not to talk ...
Well, Does not matter. Sure I am currently on sensitive I'm doing today is not so sparkling, feel a little sickly, and the efforts of the last days / weeks also left their mark. In any case, I'm happy to be staying now in a rather chilly slug, the Shalom. And I really enjoy it here, that not every square inch of the house is flooded three times a day completely. This senseless purges the cleaners in the JJ were not really unbearable. Pure occupational therapy with the result that I felt after every second dump already so soft a lady with NEM Schrubba and depart from my regular place before the reception has to ...
I think that I will not again return to the previous JJ, to visit people. I'm really enough. Hopefully everything works out with transportation of the bikes next Wednesday or perhaps on Tuesday. The idea that I park my bike at Chris auf'm court and for an indefinite time "deposit" is driving me pimples on the forehead ...
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