After living here for two years, my driving skills are almost non existant just like my intellectual capacity. A couple of weeks ago, I backed my car into a pillar in the parking lot damaging the rear bumper. Here, you need a police report before you can get your car repaired so I went to Airport police station to file a report.

I waited for about 20 minutes (there was no line and the number machine wasn't working) until eventually I made it to a counter and explained what had happened to the woman behind the desk. She looked at my ID and license and then handed me a small blank piece of paper. I then had to go outside into the parking lot where there were a lot of other people with blank pieces of paper and eventually a policemen came out and looked at the cars and wrote something on the blank paper. He didn't write on mine though. When I told him what had happened and where, he told me to go back to my office and cal the police and wait for them to come and file a report.

I couldn't be bothered and instead went home. It was a great way to spend two hours. I highly recommend it.

Just call me Tigasin. That's what I'm talking about