In the dead of night

So we arrived at something stupid o'clock in the morning, collected our bags and exited the arrivals hall, as instructed, to look for a man with a sign saying OTS or MTS. No sign of a man with a sign. We waited. We wandered about a bit. Re-read the instructions. Waited some more. We called a number that "in the unlikely event there is no one to greet you" you should call. I think I got some Greek chap out of bed. He asked which airport and then gave me another number. I called that number. He said which airport? Where at Heraklion? When I informed him I was just outside arrivals he said go across the road to kiosk 21 "Hellas" not OTS or MTS! I looked and there was a man on a mobile phone looking at me. He crossed to meet us and another man appeared from a bench just behind us to introduce himself as our taxi driver. He'd been sat there all the time, signless! Yep, we're in Greece alright.   After an hours drive where our Greek taxi man seemed unsure which side of the road was best to drive on, we finally arrived in reception, checked in and we and our luggage were driven by golf cart to our room. Nice room! Unable to eat the beautifully prepared and complimentary Greek Salad, Tuna & Pasta and various Greek Pastries they had prepared because they knew we were delayed, we crashed