Now that I have had a glass of wine, I can write about the scariest moment of my life. Today started off normally. Beth and I decided to do something touristy since it is my last full day (I will do a separate blog on that because it is well worth seeing the photos).
We had hired a car for the day, which came complete with a crazy driver named Dixon. On our way home Dixon decided it would be a good idea to join a convoy that had a police escort for the Chinese ambassador.
We thought it was quite fun at first because we dodged all the traffic. At one point, I asked Beth if our driver could get in trouble for this. Before she could answer, Dixon was being pulled over by a policeman on a motorcycle. He yelled to another officer that was standing on the side of the road, "Come here! Arrest this man!"
Beth and I looked at each other, terrified. Before Dixon got out of the car, he told us that if the police ask we should say we joined the convoy because we were late for a flight.
When the officer opened Beth's door, he asked us what we were doing and that he needed to take us to the station. We pleaded innocence and Dixon shut the car door and walked away with the officer.
What felt like an eternity passed. Finally, Dixon returned on his own and as he slowly walked up to the car Beth said, "I don't think this is good."
Dixon jumped in the car, looked in his rear-view mirror and sped away. To our surprise, he was dodging cars yet again. But this time there was a mischievous look in his eyes. Going faster and faster down the road, Beth and I became nervous.
Out of nowhere, Dixon decided to take an abrupt turn off the highway. We turned around and saw that the police were in fact following us. Could they be looking for a bribe? Could they be looking to arrest all of us? The more he sped up, the more I feared I would lose control of my bladder.
We shouted that he needed to stop the car for him to let us out but he refused. The more we shouted, the faster he drove, nearly hitting cars and barely missing children coming home from school.
Beth got on the phone with his boss while I begged the driver to stop. "Let me just hide the car from the police," he said repeatedly.
He took us down some back roads in an area we didn't know and pulled into a hotel that was shielded from the road by trees. Before he fully stopped the car, we opened the doors and jumped out.
Of course as soon as we started running through the parking lot, a man from the hotel decided it was a good time to hit on me. If ever there were a time to say "I can't even..." that was it.
We ran to the closest taxi, jumped in and were chased down by Dixon. He - after all of that - wanted us to get back in his car.
In complete shock, we left the taxi because it seemed as though Dixon was trying to convince the taxi driver of his side of the story. As we power-walked up the street, the same cab driver came up behind us, motioned us in and he took us home. Safe and sound.
We are OK. No injuries.
Just another story to tell.
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