Australia round 2
Sooooo where did I leave off...oh, the awesomeness of me getting to Melbourne, right. So Abbey is dragged from sleep again to graciously take me to the train station, where I'm trying to book the train ticket with my bank card form London. Decline, call your bank. Decline, call your bank. RAR. I get the guy to try 50 different combinations of things, nothing works. So I'm scrambling together my small amount of coins, but I've nowhere near the $29 it was going to cost...the guy suggests I just get the $12 ticket to a few stops away, and sort out the rest when I get there. Ok, sure. I get to the other end and turns out its just a lady taking tickets not a machine, and she obviously hates her job as she doesn't look at one. There's my dishonest piece oh Karma that will bite me in the arse one day. I don't sort it out. But then it's time to buy my bag into checked luggage. $80. $80! $80!! You have to be shitting me Jetstar. Nope.
But then, cards not working, I've no idea why, so he writes my bank deats down and rushes me off as I'm about to start being called over the intercom. I get to the gate where they ask for another card as that one didn't work, nooooooo. Fast forward to me landing in Melbourne thinking they're gunna come yell at me, or they took my bag off in Brisbane cos I didn't manage to pay for it. Nothing. Huh. Then every ATM in the airport tells me to get in touch with my bank, and I'm stuck at the airport with 20cents in my wallet and that's all. WAAAAAAA.
I come to the bright idea of getting in touch with my trusty old pal Mash, as he should be able to answer the phone, and borrow me $ since he's supposed to be awesome, and since we are both with Kiwibank in NZ. Answering machine. Phones flat. Bright idea useless. So I'm on the phone to Tui complaining about my crappy situation, and voilà! Tui saves the day! She's with Kiwibank, transferring it, saving my butt, forever grateful.
I have directions on how to get to Tuis house, tram numbers, stop numbers, streets etc, and somehow I manage to convince myself I'm going in the wrong direction, get off the tram, get on one going in the opposite direction, go all the way to the end of the line (the wrong way, internally dying a wee bit), feel really silly then go in the right direction for 45 minutes to get there. GO ALANA! Knock on a random door, is this flat number 2? Yes? Excellent.
But then, cards not working, I've no idea why, so he writes my bank deats down and rushes me off as I'm about to start being called over the intercom. I get to the gate where they ask for another card as that one didn't work, nooooooo. Fast forward to me landing in Melbourne thinking they're gunna come yell at me, or they took my bag off in Brisbane cos I didn't manage to pay for it. Nothing. Huh. Then every ATM in the airport tells me to get in touch with my bank, and I'm stuck at the airport with 20cents in my wallet and that's all. WAAAAAAA.
I come to the bright idea of getting in touch with my trusty old pal Mash, as he should be able to answer the phone, and borrow me $ since he's supposed to be awesome, and since we are both with Kiwibank in NZ. Answering machine. Phones flat. Bright idea useless. So I'm on the phone to Tui complaining about my crappy situation, and voilà! Tui saves the day! She's with Kiwibank, transferring it, saving my butt, forever grateful.
I have directions on how to get to Tuis house, tram numbers, stop numbers, streets etc, and somehow I manage to convince myself I'm going in the wrong direction, get off the tram, get on one going in the opposite direction, go all the way to the end of the line (the wrong way, internally dying a wee bit), feel really silly then go in the right direction for 45 minutes to get there. GO ALANA! Knock on a random door, is this flat number 2? Yes? Excellent.
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