<br/>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/>