For anyone who has never worked abroad, a "Moment of truth." can arrive as early as when you are in the taxi taking you from the airport to your accommodation.
You have battled your way off the plane, gone through the queue and scrutiny of Passport Control, managed to find your belongings and even got through Customs; all as part of a sweating, heaving mob.
An hour later, when you get to the front of the taxi queue, an over-enthusiastic taxi driver throws your luggage into the boot of his taxi just as you notice that the taxi has something not quite right with it. This may range from a distinct lack of bumpers to the fact that it is actually a mass of rust that just (and only just) looks like a taxi.
You know that if you refuse to get into the taxi then a) You will be seen as a total wimp, and b) There won't be another taxi available for at least another hour; so in you get.
The driver gets into the his seat and within seconds you are immediately amazed as you realise that the 'decrepit pile of painted rust' of a few seconds before is actually the fastest thing on four wheels in the whole country. Not only that, the amiable and enthusiastic taxi driver has now morphed into an insane Kamikaze pilot who regards driving a taxi as a quick way to heaven.
So, heading down the airport exit road (which is often the only decent stretch of road in the whole country) at nearly 100 miles per hour, being driven by a complete lunatic in a vehicle that should have been scrapped ten years before you realise "The steering needs adjusting and the shock absorbers have gone!" This is your "Moment of truth!"
Why do I say that?
Well, in my case, here I am over thirty years later wondering exactly why I noticed that the steering and shock absorbers on the Abu Dhabi taxi were knackered ... :lol:
... when I should have been praying for my salvation in the after-life! :whistle:
Happy Days?? :lol: :lol: