Sentences with phrase «main road in front of»

If you are coming from the main road in front of the Hotel Oro Blanco — Av.

She made it through the drive - thru swiftly and then pulled out onto the road back to the subdivisions, but instead of heading home she went in the other direction, and Rachelle still followed her — she was morbidly curious at this point — this time into a Burger King, again through the drive - thru window, pausing before she exited back onto the main road in front of a garbage can in the parking lot, into which she tossed her now - empty, crumpled McDonald's bag through her window.

Not exact matches

In tune with this global rhetoric, the United Front Government in its Common Minimum Program made eradication of poverty as its main emphasis along with a seven - point agenda for ensuring safe drinking water, primary education for all, primary health care, housing, food security, road networks and mid-day meals to be implemented by A.D. 200In tune with this global rhetoric, the United Front Government in its Common Minimum Program made eradication of poverty as its main emphasis along with a seven - point agenda for ensuring safe drinking water, primary education for all, primary health care, housing, food security, road networks and mid-day meals to be implemented by A.D. 200in its Common Minimum Program made eradication of poverty as its main emphasis along with a seven - point agenda for ensuring safe drinking water, primary education for all, primary health care, housing, food security, road networks and mid-day meals to be implemented by A.D. 2000.

7:26 a.m. I'm nearly to the main road when a 2013 Ford Fusion in front of me slowly slides to a stop, its front wheels spinning frantically.

In each case, I was going about 45 mph on a main city road and had gotten within two car - lengths of the car in front of mIn each case, I was going about 45 mph on a main city road and had gotten within two car - lengths of the car in front of min front of me.

In terms of money, the larger GLE is 10.000 euros more expensive and its standard equipment list isn't all that impressive compared to that of the GLC, with some off - road oriented features and electrically adjustable front seats being the main ones worth mentioning.

Just 20» from Puerto Viejo, on the main road (in front of the entrance to the secret surf point Playa Grande).

The hotel is situated at the village entrance of San Antonio, arriving from Ibiza town on the main road C731 or arriving from San José (Sant Josep) on the main road PM803, just in front of the local tourist office.

We also have an entrance through the Main Road Perrotti street in front of Huacachinero Hotel.

In days gone by, the road which passes in front of the main residence was once the route for the heavily loaded wagons of the transport riders, transporting their wares to the mountain districts of Herschel, Lady Grey, Barkly East and Rhodes, they would cross this bridge after spending the night at «The Old Inn.&raquIn days gone by, the road which passes in front of the main residence was once the route for the heavily loaded wagons of the transport riders, transporting their wares to the mountain districts of Herschel, Lady Grey, Barkly East and Rhodes, they would cross this bridge after spending the night at «The Old Inn.&raquin front of the main residence was once the route for the heavily loaded wagons of the transport riders, transporting their wares to the mountain districts of Herschel, Lady Grey, Barkly East and Rhodes, they would cross this bridge after spending the night at «The Old Inn.»

The easiest to get around is probably either by Tricycle (Tuktuk) just in front of the house or a Jeepney (local transport sytem) on the main road...

To get there from the main road, find Budget Mart (the supermarket in front of the lake).

If you step out of the Central Station, follow the road in front of you called Damrak (this is the main street from Central Station).

The rooms are divided into two separate areas: the east wing (which is located at the main road side) and the beach wing (which is in front of the east wing on the beach side).

Parking for the rest of Kam I is at the main parking area right in front of the beach, on street, and at an overflow lot across the road.

Meanwhile the main road from Klungkung to Amlapura is just in front of the temple.

Then, as the road after the road has winded down to sea level, you're greeted by a huge, newly constructed annex to KC Grande Resort where some of the rooms are either just a few metres from the main road or have views towards a concrete wall of the block in front.

Within the bay are 5 main beaches: La Playa Principal aka La Playa Municipal or La Playa del Puerto (located in front of the town itself), Playa La Madera (a 5 minute walk from town), Playa La Ropa (5 minutes from town by car or about a 25 minute walk), Playa Las Gatas (at the extreme southern end of the bay; accessible by water taxi from the pier or a footpath along the rocky coast from La Ropa, there is no road), and Playa Contramar (at the northwestern end of the bay: accessible by boat or footpath).

There are restaurants and take aways on Sea Point's Main Road, a coffee bar just next door, Olympic size swimming pools on Sea Point's beachfront, Sea Point's promenade where guests can run the length of the beach front from Bantry Bay to Mouille Point, Woolworths for quality, pre-prepared food, Checkers» large, local supermarket, New York Bagel, the best deli in town, dry cleaners and laundromats, Hertz car hire, a medical centre and pharmacy.

An opening ceremony on the main road of Jalan Pantai Kuta (in front of the Kuta Beachwalk mall) precedes the weekend of exchibitions, bazaars and live music concerts on the sand.

Chaweng's branch is located in the central part of the main Beach Road right in front of Centara Grand Beach Resort.

Whether the accident occurred on I - 580 or I - 680, on Main Street, or on the road in front of your own home, you should not be forced to pay the price for another person's careless, reckless or otherwise negligent behavior.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.