When Terrylin opened its doors Steven and I were rather ignorant about certain folk.
During a 'phone call, it was arranged that Steven would collect a gentleman and his wife from the airport.
"We are here, waiting outside Terminal B," with a detailed description of how Steven was to recognise them.
They returned an hour and a half later after Steven located them waiting for their meal at Mugg and Bean.
Their explanation. "We didn't think you'd be here in ten minutes as you said."
Steven also had to plead with Security not to clamp the car tyres and had to pay a hefty parking fee, which took care of the price for the accommodation.
This couple onward to Livingstone asked if they could leave one suitcase here,(which turned out to be three) as they would return within four days, and would like to re-book the room.
His wife, left a review - The owner was a real sweaty.
Four days later they re-appear via a taxi in a flap.
"We are here to collect our luggage. Please hurry. The taxi driver has the meter on!"
Andre calls to be collected from Park Station: "The price is a real bargain. The taxi wanted to charge double that. Could you also take me to the airport to collect my friend?"
Later: "So sorry, Steve, but my friend has found another place, much cheaper. Could you offer me discount, for collecting me from the station?"
Last night, Lara, requested a quiet, private room with the lights switched off and a taxi at 4h30.
"What time is your flight?" I ask.
"Oh, only at midday. I just wanted to get there early, so that I can read my book."
Be a real sweaty now, I remind myself.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you," continues Lara. "I am going to the bush. Please may I take your hairdryer? I will return it when I come back, but I don't know when that will be?"
"No," I say, "the other guests may need it."
"Just need the loo." Lara runs off carrying her backpack, which she then flings into the taxi, telling the driver to 'hurry, hurry.'
I hope there is electricity in the bush, Lara, so you may use my hairdryer.