First, I apologize in advance for the (lack of) quality of the pictures below. My driver, let’s call him Leonard, thought he was the second coming of Parnelli Jones, so most of the pictures I took out the car window were redshifted. These were merely blurry:
Pallets!!!1!!11!!
Bucolic countryside buildings:
Bucolic countryside:
Bucolic local agriculture:
Lastly, a view out the window of my luxuriously swanky accommodations:
This is classic. I got this note under my door:
Search [my company] Becomes you tomorrow as hotel in 8:00 am here
Translation: “The driver will be here at 8:00am to take you to the plant.”