It was my friend's last day here and I planned to catch her at the airport after work. The 12.25pm bus did not turn up, 1pm it still wasn't here! Desperate times call for desperate measures. I decided to hitch a ride to the airport and started drawing my "AIRPORT" sign. I always carried a marker pen and a few pieces of spare cardboard with me and they came in handy. It began to drizzle and no luck still. After around 10 mins of waiting, hope appeared!!! Gary was walking uphill to his car and offered to give me a ride. His car was messy and the passenger seat belt was not working. He's an electrician and doesn't want to go back to UK. He couldn't extend his stay because he did not provide proof of sufficient funds. I wished him good luck with his visa and rushed off, feeling so relieved I made it to the airport to see HT off as I have no idea when I'll see her again.