Monday, December 21, 2009
Confused Cars
The lovely Industrial Area. My favourite place.
My little car is now 3 years old, so it was time to renew the Registration Document. Off to the Industrial Area with me!
I'd been advised to go really early, as the queues can be quite large. I was on the road by 7:10am. For me that is super early. Unfortunately I hit traffic, and didn't move anywhere for half an hour, but soon enough I was in the hell that is the Industrial Area.
I really cannot explain to you how horrific the Industrial Area is. It's a big dusty mess of pot-holed roads, none of it's finished, there are roadworks and lorries everywhere, hesitate at a junction and you'll be run off the road. It all looks the same, and it all looks like this:
What's more, it's absolutely massive. Here's the map I was following, with the Industrial Area circled:
The map looked fairly straight forward. It all went wrong at the end though: There was a big No Entry sign and a bloody great bollard. I tried the next road, but it was a dead end, so I went back to the bollard and ignored the No Entry sign. Bad in most countries, here I was just the 6th car in a row to do so.
The policeman on the gate watched all the cars do this and didn't seem to mind at all. I smiled and said I needed to test my car. He asked for my registration card and said I was in the wrong place. I needed building 2.
Off I toodled to building 2. The man at the front desk said I was in the wrong place. Apparently I wanted building 1...where I'd just come from.
Off I went back to building 1. The policeman looked confused, but smiled and gave me a number to wait in line.
I had planned this part quite well: I was wearing high heels and skirt. If you're female and dress up a little, they try to get you out of the building as fast as humanly possible.
My number was discarded and I was sent to the front.
The lady there said, "No need, no need! New car!"
"But it's 3 years old," I pointed out
"No need! No need! Just police - Go! Building 2!"
The police who issue the new registration cards are at the back of Building 2. As I walked back to Building 2, I noticed the front (where I'd been earlier) was the testing place for truckers. No wonder I looked out of place.
As soon as I walked near building 2, a man grabbed me and took me to the front of the queue, neatly by-passing about 30 people. A lady gave me my new plastic registration card and I left.
I'm still really confused though. My car is over 3 years old, why did it not need a test?!
I asked our External Affairs Office, they said it needs to be tested. In fact everyone I've asked says yes it needs to be tested...but it wasn't.
I have no idea what happened, but one thing's for certain, I'm wearing heels next year too!
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Hilarious! Didn't know wearing nice dress can give you super fast service there :)
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