With my phrase book still gripped firmly between my fingers I stepped forward from the back of the station platform and approached the elderly but robust looking driver and uttered, in my absolute best Spanish, the phrase I had been repeating to myself over and over for the last 10 minutes. Sadly the response it drew was not what I had hoped for; in fact the poor man looked at me as if I had just addressed him in Swahili. Undeterred I glanced down at my phrasebook, ran through the sentence on...
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