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I had to return a rental car to Luton. I could never find a gas station. I remember one long street where cars were in various stages of "repair" and many of the parts, even engines, doors, etcetera, just lying around in the street. From the dress code, I thought I was in Kabul. A very strange place. I didn't particularly want to ask for directions, so I just took the car back and took the hit for filling the tank.
Rgds.
Dave
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