YesCar

I woke up this morning and my butt informed me that I fulfilled my biking mileage quota for 2009. We were told that to rent a car all we needed to do was walk in the souvenir shop. So we walked inside and the woman assembling trinkets pointed to a table between a couple piles of sweaters that had a phone on it. After pushing the button labeled "press here" a man came on the line an informed us that a car would be waiting outside our hotel at 9.

True to his word, YesCar was parked in the front of our hotel at 9. No passport, credit cards, or deposit required. He wrote down my name and license number and said "Now you have car. Have fun." The only scary thing was that he stayed to watch me reverse parallel park out if a space and it's been a while since I drove a stick shift.