<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1437.msg39018#msg39018">Quote from: kasen03 on 08-08-2005, 20:02:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the lobby, the consierge is waiting.  "Right this way Miss Martin"  A taxi takes Princess to the docks, and minutes later a watertaxi is borne towards the Riachidemhad district.  The skies are mostly clear with a couple clouds, and the water reasonably calm.  The driver of the small craft only speaks Dutch, but the travel arrangements were set before hand.<br/><br/>Arriving from the south, the taxi takes Princess past a warehouse jutting out, a small inlet and several more warehouses before turning down the northmost inlet, and pulling aside at the base of a small bridge.  A ladder leads up to street level.  The driver waits expectantly for his tip.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jess fishes out an appropriate tip, to which she gives the man. "merci m'sour" she says chipperly as she grabs her overnite bag and disembarks. She looks around herself without being obvious as she moves to the stairs and takes them up. Looking to see if and what kind of people may be around her at this point of time. Finally reaching the top of the stairs she looks in the general directions to see where most people may be gathering and if there is any sign of a hostel or hotel. She drinks in the sunshine, feeling it warm upon her skin as she walks to the bridge and peers over, trying to decide which direction she will go.<br/>