Imagine that you have just spent a few fabulous days in Lanzarote, an island that leaves no one indifferent, because of its landscapes, because there nature literally exploded millions of years ago to make water mutate into stone, and fire into solid matter that many study and others admire.
You arrived by plane and, as you know, because you previously recognized on a map the places you have to visit, you will not be able to do it walking. You don't think twice, you are going to rent a car, the accesses are well signposted, and the roads do their best to drive from north to south and from east to west, winding between ravines and natural parks.
After a few hours you will get used to driving carefully. You never had the opportunity to force yourself to be prudent, but in Lanzarote you will be by force, because the paths are narrow and the speed limits strict. The wonder of traveling at 30, 40 or 50 km per hour will allow you to enjoy more, while commenting on colors, if you are lucky enough to have someone sitting next to you, who while giving you conversation will also recite the route book.
I ignore the flow of your ambition, but in Lanzarote you are going to drive many kilometers. You have to see jameos, gardens, national parks, museums, more museums, sculptures, beaches, and you will be delighted with your car, which only has a slightly faulty windshield wiper. That some previous user, perhaps a little unscrupulous, left the trunk tray broken, is not a serious issue either.
To be honest, the car is fine, it efficiently digests 95 octane gasoline, and if you return it with half a tank, in the same way that you received it, you can boast at the end of your vacation that everything went smoothly.
Don't worry on the last day, you might argue with your companion because they intend to arrive at the airport very early. Although you know each other well and are not used to their excesses, don't be intimidated, arrive in advance, not a little, because you never know what can happen.
You can argue that Lanzarote airport is small, that it has no losses. You nod, but stand your ground. An hour is nothing, so load the suitcases and when you are ready invite her with kind words: "Friend, are we leaving or are you staying?
Both know that it is only a few kilometers, and when you leave and find the detour with an arrow and the figure of an airplane, you will activate the turn signal. Once in the César Manrique, in theory, the easiest thing left is to differentiate the signs that say arrivals from those that say departure, separate from the lanes that indicate taxis or buses, and find the place where rental cars sleep.
Oh, oh, oh, Lanzarote airport! It is tiny, but it has two terminals, one for inter-island flights and another for international flights.
If you are like me, I won't know which lane to take, because on one side cars from some companies are returned and on the other those from other companies, those from here to the left, those from there to the right, separated by continuous lines, stressed drivers and horns.
After a couple of laps, in a carousel that activates cortisol, you can enter the wrong parking lot, and the employee who attends you will say that you are not the only one, that it happens to many tourists every day.
You will have to leave, go around and enter on the right, but you will not be able to, before you must pay 20 cents, with a phone or card, not with coins, placing the QR, no, not like that, looking up; no, in the window that has the vertical glass no, in the other one. Your friend, who is not so tight with the seat belt, will lend you the card, and once outside the corral you must look for where yours graze.
A couple of laps later, you will opt - even if you don't like it - for the line on the far right. You still have time, but you will start to get nervous, you may argue with the traffic laws, and the drivers who remember their ancestors, You will be surprised that it happens to you, who boasts of having rented cars even in the deepest Cochinchina.
Already with the adrenal glands squeezed and adrenaline jumping like tears, you will arrive at a garage that does not correspond to you, because it is in another terminal. With all the courage leave it in place 333, which is the exact middle of the number of hell.
While you unload the suitcase and accommodate the compromised tray, do not insist on telling the operator dressed in the company uniform who receives it. If you insisted, he will tell you that it is well signposted, and that if they don't put more it is because of an AENA problem, which he will repeat; my advice is to go directly to the office where you return the keys.
In your place I wouldn't say anything to the one who seems to be the boss either, because you may hear that it will be because you are the only one who didn't find the way, that it is not well signposted, but very well signposted and that the colleague from the other company could say whatever he wanted with respect to the clueless.
If you don't want to have more problems, don't delay any longer, go to the terminal, you will have to walk, I already warned you that you arrived at B or A and you will have to go to A or B.
Don't get excited when you see another window where they could confess it, they will tell you that the sins are yours, that they never have incidents, that you should consider what they are, because if 600 get the place right and 20 return wrong... In short, the fault, mine, yours, or, if anything, of AENA, not of my friend, who was already waiting to access the plane. As I continued with pedagogical zeal, I asked a neighbor in line who only said "Uf, Uf", twice. I ignore if the exclamation meant very easy or very difficult return. Already on the flight, as I had a complaint form, I used it as a draft for this comment.
