Bethlehem kahan hain?

At least I have a job offering me funny moments. Working as a translator does not only mean translating administrative letters and articles from French and German into English and vice versa. But also offering my skills in the local language during shopping - I mean at "the acquisition of furniture for the residence".

So me, two staff members and the driver drove into the outskirts of Bern. When we left the 4th shop or so, one of the staff said the next shop was in Bethlehem. "Do you know the way?" he asked me, as we were driving away from the car park.

There is no road on which I had not drove yet into my neighborhood. I got there by bike, car, bus, train, soon by tram and saw the place even from a plane more than once, and so now with a limousine with diplomat number plates.
But I never ever thought I would have to instruct the way how to get there to an Indian in my basic Hindi, like I used to explain my way home in Bombay to rickshaw drivers. "Sidhah, sidhah (straight), left, first right, sidhah, bass (stop)" - and we were there!
There were even two more things common with a usual ride in a Bombay rickshaw:
1) the driver did not know the way, as he is himself from a completely different place far far away
2) we got lost (not the driver's fault though, as there are plenty of building sites and deviations all around the place these days)