Taxi anyone???

Paul and I are not what you would call international travelers...actually we are not really what you would call travelers.  This is kind of a funny story of our first steps off the plane in the middle east no less...

First off we arrive at 8:oo at night.  It gets dark in Dubai at around 7:30 pm so by the time we got our luggage and went through customs it was very dark outside.  We go to where all the shuttles are only to find out we aren't being picked up by a shuttle.  Dropped the ball on that somewhere along the way.  After about 30 minutes of talking with our hotel we realize it will be cheaper for us to take a taxi.  We start heading to the exit toward the taxis when a Arab man walks briskly up to us and takes one of our pieces of luggage and says "Taxi?  Follow me!" 
We do for some reason...right past the row of taxis and into the deserted underground parking garage.  My heart is starting to race at this piont when I realize that there is not another person in sight.   When we get to the "taxi"  we see that it is not in fact a taxi but an unmarked black SUV.  Oh .My. Goodness!  This is not good I think to myself.  As he opens the back of the SUV I tell him I need to go to the bathroom and he tries to usher us to a parking garage restroom.  Paul insists to him that we will not get into his unmarked Taxi and the man insists that it is all the same.  Finally we get our luggage back from him and we very quickly head back outside toward the awaiting row after row of taxis.  What were we thinking???
The Lord was definetely watching over us.  He could have been an honest man and really just taken us to our hotel, who knows.  Maybe he was trying to make a few bucks on the side.  Maybe he would have beat us up and taken our money and left us in the garage!  Dramatic I know but we sure did get a scare our first few minutes of ever being in a different country.

(Kevin, you are not allowed to post a comment about this!  :) LOL )