Little civilities

 

We had a low tire so we stopped to get some air. As it was the first time we have needed air, and first time anythings are always hard, we prepared for the new event. We assumed the air would be handled by the person who fills the tank, which is never the motorist in this country, so we brushed up on our tire-filling vocabulary and got ready. As we pulled into the gas station, we noticed an air hose kiosk a little bit away from the pumps. Great. We drove to the kiosk, braced for the language test that the kiosks usually deliver and started digging for change. First thing we noticed was that the air was free. Then we realized that that the instructions consisted of four easy-to-follow pictures with no words at all. To top it off, the metric for tire pressure was the same as what we use in the US and it was digitally displayed on a large screen. There was even a bell that rang when our tire hit 32 psi. What a country!