As you know, there are constant international conferences in the complex where I work.
This week it was " Sustainable Tourism in Africa's National Parks". Lots of tents, buses idling to take participants to their hotels 5-10 minutes walk away. Lots of dancing traditional dancers making noise, TV coverage and other fun stuff.
On Tuesday I show up and they have given the parking lot where i park my bike to the trinket and exotic clothing hawkers (each i imagine pays a hefty fee). So I decide to park in the VIP internal car parking lot. The security guy lets me in but then another security guy comes running over saying " excuse me boss........" I shrug my shoulders and start whining that I rent 300meters (3000ft ) of office space and I cant find a place................. I stop that and slink like a homeless guy out of the parking lot and lock my bike in no man's land behind the shoe shine guys. the trials of a stealth bike commuter.