bca fail

Being in a different country with a language that you can't understand has it's downfalls. Especially when you get on a taxi. This Friday I felt like going to the British club, to have some lunch. So, my friend Lindsey and I planned in advanced, we brought a map, called the BCA asked them to explain to our guard how to get there, so we could give directions to the taxi driver. We get on the taxi, Lindsey wasn't feeling that great as she had a long night. The taxi driver kept hitting the gas pedal on and off, so we felt as if we were in a roller coaster. Also, taking the back roads, which means a bunch of potholes. Our taxi diver kept asking every passerbyer where the Canadian school was, as the BCA was next to it. After driving for about 30 min to a place that could have taken us 5, we gave up. We asked the driver to take us back to the place were we where, and he again wanted directions, at this point we were done with it. So, we decided to eat at the restaurant by the gym, since we passed by it. We get the taxi fare, 20 Egyptian pounds, and he still wanted to get a tip.