The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 4 - Leaky Loos and Legendary Lee.

Chapter 4 – Leaky Loos and Legendary Lee

                The drive was excruciating. That wasn’t just because Hunter didn’t put the wheel on correctly, but the handbrake didn’t work. That was how it went rolling down the hill a mere hour before.

                “We need to find a phone,” Hunter informed me, parking up next to a load of buildings. Alessandria wasn’t exactly as we’d expected.

                It was a beautiful place but it looked posh and definitely for upper class people. Not exactly designed for a couple of teenagers who had no money (other than some poor Italian guy’s back in Crimea) and had nothing else but the clothes on their backs. It was set out like you would imagine an Italian town. The houses were all made of a cream stone and the streets were flawless.

                Hunter didn’t pay any attention to the beauty of the town; he was concentrating more on finding a phone box so that we could call the guy who owned the car.

                “There’s one over there,” I replied, pointing over the other side of the road. Hunter parked up alongside the phone box and got out, groaning when his back clicked.

                Driving down from Turin to Alessandria was only meant to take an hour and seven minutes. Unfortunately, we’d had the tyre issue and then Hunter had decided to try and help a lonely hitch hiker. He only wanted to go about ten miles down the road, but we had to turn off our route to take him there. He didn’t even thank us, just left his stench on the backseats.

                “Hello, I’m calling about the focus.” Hunter’s voice sounded unusually professional and he was leaning on top of the box with an exasperated look.

                “Yes, I’m in the area. Can I come and have a look at it, please?” he asked. I got out of the car to stretch my legs and my back. Sitting in a car for that amount of time, breathing in the smell of the hitch hiker, didn’t do much for the muscles.

                “Sure, I’ll note down the address.” Where we was noting down the address, I had no idea. The only thing close to paper that we had on us was that dairy milk wrapper and I’d left that back in Turin.

                “Thanks. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes max.” Hunter put the phone back on the receiver and turned to me.

                “Right, I’m going to remember the first part of the post code, you’re going to remember the second.” I laughed, grinning at him with disbelief.

                “Okay, hit me.” Hunter smirked, leaning over the top of the car.

                “Remember 15121,” he replied and I nodded, repeating the number in my head.

                “What are you remembering?” I asked. Hunter put his finger up to silence me.

                “Shh, I’m remembering,” he said with a wink, getting back into the car. I rolled my eyes, following suit and getting back in, still repeating the number. This was ridiculous, remembering a post code in parts because we didn’t have any paper.

                “Right, wait here,” Hunter instructed, getting out of the car and rushing into the shop on the right hand side. I didn’t understand the Italian on the front but I could see all of the steering wheels and car parts on the inside.

                Whilst Hunter was having the time of his life in the spare parts shop, I decided to try and ring Kenzi on the phone outside. It was only one Euro, pretty reasonable considering that they were quite expensive back in the UK.