A white minivan pulls up.
"Where you going?"
I give the gentleman the address.
"I not going there." says the driver.
"Excuse me?"
"That is south. South is jungle. Go north instead."
I'm at a loss for words. Generally, airport cab drivers are more than willing to entertain the idea of a large fare from an evening arrival. Generally, they're more than happy to take you to anywhere on the map.
"Go north. North is nicer. I take you downtown, ok?"
"No."
"I don't know where it is. You know where it is?"
"Sure."
I give him the address. Serenbe is a gorgeous self-sustaining community about 30 miles south of Atlanta. A kibbutz for grown-ups.
"You find it."
He throws a third-world GPS unit into the back seat. He starts slowing down and pulling over to the right lane of the road as he stares at me suspiciously through the rear-view.
I fumble around and enter the address. Three rounds of American Airlines' vintage merlot is racing through my bloodstream. I'm tired and cranky. I'm confused. This usually doesn' t happen this way. I hand him back the machine.
We start south on I-85.
About ten minutes later, the GPS starts making noises. "Turn left on hwy 14. Baleebraham Achnanoo Ahaveh". A combination of english and what I assume is digitized arabic.
Perhaps it was information overload, perhaps it was just a rough night. Either way, he starts screaming... "Where I go? Where I go? Ahhh! Jungle! It is jungle!"
I can only assume that we have different definitions of 'jungle'.
"There are animals here! Look! I throw carrot! Deers come! Look!"
He's not throwing carrots, although I think that he thinks that he is.
"Read the Directions! Read Them! READ THEM!!!"
I cannot read squiggle. I let him know this. Either way, it doesn't matter. We're going in a perfectly straight line.
His increasing hysterics could not possibly be more juxtaposed with the calm serenity of the natural environment outside of the car.
We arrive. I tipped him well for the theatrics and made my way down the dark gravel road that is the front entrance of Serenbe.
Ultramodern in the middle of nowhere.
Exactly what I was looking for.
2 comments:
genious.
i had no idea cows could be THAT ugly.
more.
something you said affected me.
i couldn't help but love this...
"Ultramodern in the middle of nowhere.
Exactly what I was looking for."
i guess i'm vintage in the middle of everything.
and i'm still trying to figure out what i'm looking for.
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