Travels in a Tin Can

representative, having a very thick accent, I was fairly certain that I had the
details correct and we arranged to meet at 11am.
Emma and I finally found the address at 10.55 and pulled into the car
park of a biggish two-story building. We could not see any signs for the hire
company and the building seemed to consist of several offices and
workrooms for different businesses, most of which seemed to be deserted.
There were however some large garages round the back, which we thought
looked about Harvey-sized.
I began knocking on doors and asking people if they knew of the RV
Company. The response was generally polite, but wholly negative, so we
phoned Hans again. Apparently he was back at their other office having
waited for us (where we were) from 10.30 to 10.45. Communication
breakdown evidently - and fairly appropriate given our run of luck since
leaving Key West. Perhaps this was a sign that we should not go home?
Sadly this was not the case, as Hans said he would come back out straight
away.
While we waited, the man who owned the office building came out
demanding to know why we there and forced us to park in a fairly inaccessible
space. The car park was hardly busy so the only reason for this action was
meanness – just because he could. Fortunately we did not have to wait long.
Hans told us he was from Switzerland (explaining the thick accent) and
that he was an agent for the hire company, rather than working directly within
the organisation. He actually ran a company that exported ambulances and
similar vehicles to Europe. We considered offering to drive one to Europe for
him, figuring it would prolong the adventure and traffic jams would never be