My jeep with Bolivian license plates is still not ready for use.
Sunday morning we didn’t know how to turn off the alarm.
It seems that the guy responsible for valet parking destroyed some vital cables inside the jeep while working hard to turn off the alarm.
A mysterious manager at the hotel, named Christian, told me that the jeep would be brought to the Toyota dealer.
“We will fix your car,” said Christian.
I’m still waiting.
But today I met Christian in the men’s room at the swimming pool. Which hotel manager takes a swim in his own swimming pool? It was not a very pleasant meeting.
I fear that as we speak my jeep is being tortured by some Argentinian men. All I would like to know is: why?