Anyhow, the taxi-ride ended badly ....
Despite my colleague instructing him in his native tongue, being shown the address, he managed to whisk me 20km past the hotel before I'd realised it was all going wrong. I gave him the address again and 20 mins later and busting for a pee we arrived in the right place. He wanted to go into the hotel to get the reception guy to tell me I needed to pay him 75, I said I'd pay 40. The Hotel supported my story. He walked away, I followed him but he wouldn't take the offer, so I said OK, I go to my room.
10 mins later, a call from reception. The taxi was still there and wanted the 40 or else he'd call the police. Fine I said, give me a receipt and I'll pay. The security guard acted as a go-between!
I can do without this excitement .... and I need a taxi to the airport in the morning ....