He doesn't slow down. You wish you hadn't worn that vest. In the city, you spend 20 minutes in the car without moving while old men overtake you pushing carts. At least the hotel is a bit like home. They even have fish 'n chips on the menu.
Beer costs a fortune.
Your secretary keeps laughing heartily at the Indonesian comments, which is unsettling. They never come back. All the Indonesian girls in the hotel bar seem very friendly. They all speak English, and are intrigued to learn about your home and family. Then the barmaid who took pity on you on your first day whispers you the girl's price lists.