Ah the luxury of air con. Our expert driver promptly loaded us into the surprisingly posh car for the hotel and set off on the 45 minute journey to the hotel. Mr Italy found it hilarious that I buckled up instantly telling me that Italians are of course aggressive drivers so this should be Childs play. Wow. There are no lanes to drive in. You look in the direction of travel and aim for it. Buses crammed with people, little put put taxis, cyclists galore, cows, pedestrians, old cars, new cars, old men and men in tatters with battered and shredded pedal taxis, all aiming somewhere. The trick, according to our driver is to be clear where you are going and inform everyone else by using your horn. All you can hear are horns blaring. Vehicles weave toward each other, cows pick the odd blade of grass in the middle of the main road, sellers peddle their wares at the edge of the roads- a makeshift outdoor restaurant, mobile phone shops made from tarpaulin and two bits of string. The poverty and squallor here us visible just from the car.

Bumper to bumper we sped along towards the hotel and it is clear that there is a lot of development underway here.

We passed clapped out old 50s cars, then sparkly new shopping centres wedged next to shanty towns, bamboo scaffolding at times seemingly holding the structures together.

How we got to the hotel with no scrapes or bumps absolutely amazes me.

The entrance to the hotel in contrast is a fortress of tall gates and security guards. All vehicles have a full security check, including under the hood. Once approved you are transported into a different world of service and luxury.

This afternoon I have been invited on a sightseeing tour with my Austrian colleagues. Should be an eye opener.