Karim and his filthy nest

When we had picked up our luggage, we went past customs smoothly, and into a great hall, where the first thing that caught my eye was a big, fat man with a sign that said "Mr George". It turned out to be our ride to the hotel.
-"I am Mr Karim. I will drive you." he said, smelling of sweat and old tobacco.

As we walked towards the cars outside I could barely contain my excitement as we were nearing a white Rolls Royce Phantom. We were going to travel by style, I thougt with relief.
That was until Karim passed it and started to unlock a Lada Niva, a rusty old monument to the Soviet Union.
-"Sorry, no aircondition, not fixed yet!", Karim said.
We barely could fit in it, but soon we were on our way, the heat nearing +50 celsius. Georgie was not really himself after the bad acid trip, staring blankly ahead of him.
-"So, where are we going to stay?", I said, "the Burj Dubai?"
- "Aah...I think..maybe at Karim's place", Georgie said and passed out.

And yes, 55 agonizing, sweaty minutes later we arrived at Karim´s place. And I panicked! It was basically a small cellar with a sink and a hotplate, a broken toilet and a bed wich had seen better days, I had to carry Georgie in, and I dumped him in the bed, only to hear a scream behind me.
-"NO, NO, not your bed, Karim´s bed. You don´t put monkey with shitty bum in my bed,no mr."
He opened a cupboard and dragged out two disgusting sleepingbags.
-"This your bed, yes!", he said, letting go of a big fart and then throwing himself on the bed. -"You sleep now, tomorrow we go see Aswal!.

So there we were. Georgie opened an Elephant beer, gulped it down, burped, and went to sleep in his yucky sleeping bag. I wouldn´t sleep in that if I was threatened with a gun, so I just sat in a corner, putting my head under my wing (because that´s how budgies sleep), and went to sleep.

Because tomorrow, we would meet Aswal.