Sentences with phrase «minutes on a scooter»

The beach itself is actually located prior to the lively area of Lonely Beach around only 15 minutes walk (or two minutes on a scooter) away.

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Within a few minutes, most of the boys have wheeled out the door on their scooters.

we will suggest you the 5 best self balancing scooters on the market for you and we can guarantee you that after next 10 minutes you will able to understand which hoverboard will suit you more...

The scooter can go up to 10 miles an hour and a rider can be on the scooter for 8 minutes before they need to charge it up again.

A child can ride on this scooter for a period of 40 minutes before it has to be recharged.

This scooter can travel 10 miles on a full charge — which translates to 45 minutes if the scooter is moving at its maximum speed of 15 mph, making its running time similar to that of other models.

I live in downtown Austin, and the scooter isn't so great on the highway — but I was so ferociously attached to this waffle plan I got a cab to Target (the only late - night store on a Monday lol) that happens to be 10 minutes away on the highway to get a waffle iron.

The thousands of motorcycles and scooters that clog the streets of Saigon every minute of the day begin turning on their headlights, lighting up the city in an iridescent glow of traffic.

It took just ten minutes to get the hang of these upright scooters, where you stand on a platform between the wheels and the self - balancing gyros keep you upright.

If you are wanting to take on the reef breaks of Sri Lanka, there are around 10 high quality waves within 10 minute scooter or Tuk Tuk ride.

The staff were excellent, always attentive whilst still managing to respect our privacy.Every request we had the staff were able to deliver on (scooters, nannies, drinks, last minute food orders, organising taxis, transfers etc).

Located only a short one minute walk from Jalan Raya Seminyak, this 1900 square meter estate is just steps from the best shopping, eateries and nightlife on the island and a five minute scooter ride from the golden sand and rolling waves of Seminyak...

The scooter will upload data on its condition every 10 minutes.

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.