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After a 3 hour shopping spree in Malga's El Corte Ingles (Plain language translation: huge shopping center) we decided to head to the airport a bit early as we had to return the rented car before we got on the plane.
Of course we missed the proper highway exit and found ourselves on the wrong side of the city. We pulled up near a motorcyclist at a stop to ask for directions and SHE very kindly offered to drive in front of us to show us the way. I guess you could say we had a motorcycle escort.
10 minutes later we were already at the airport.
The plan was pretty simple: return the rented car, check in, get on the plane, get home. Well, if only we had anyone to return the car to. The person who was supposed to be waiting for us there was nowhere to be found and apparently the company we rented the car from didn't even have offices in the airport.
After calling the hotel, calling all the phone numbers we could find for the rental company, searching the entire airport for somebody who looks like they might be looking for a car we decided to take the advice of the lady at the information desk. We parked the car in front of the airport, put the key in the booth and left.
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