Fixing a Tyre

Today's snap is from our summer holiday. Can anyone guess where this snap was taken?

Well, I had a bit of an adventure today. I noticed that the driver's side tyre on my vehicle of choice had a slow leak. So, with the husband busy at work, I needed to get it quickly fixed on my own.

I stopped at a garage near the munchkins' school. They said they only do oil changes and car washes. Across the road, in a very dusty grungy industrial area, I noticed a place that said they do 'tyre changes.' Ok. I'll try that.

After a death defying jump across 5 lanes of traffic to make the u-turn to get into the place, we cross over some nasty dusty driving/parking area and proceed down a little alleyway.

I pull up next to the 'garage' (more like door in the alley) where they immediately wave me in upon seeing my deflating tyre. After the men discussed the tyre in a language I could not (truly) identify, one of them looked at me with, "No problem. We fix." Ok....?

I don't think they were used to women stopping by with children in tow to have a flat fixed (all the men there were trying very hard not to stare at me). But....they did a brilliant job (it's holding so far), and only charged me the equivalent of $12 U.S.

Just goes to show that it pays to dress conservatively even if you're just popping out to pick up a few groceries!

Peace.