Showing posts with label Mastercard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mastercard. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 February 2013

CASH MACHINES


GLOBAL BANKING – GLOBAL WANKING



Put my debit card from Lloyds TSB into a cash machine today and the message on the screen told me to Try again later as the machine was out of order.  I’d already punched the keys for a Rs1500 withdrawal (£112).  We had flown from Agartala in Tripura via Kolkata:  but as with all things in Nepal and India, there were complications along the way.

The first leg of the journey we booked through the hotel we were staying in, Hotel City Centre, an overpriced joint I later wrote a bad review about - to do with the refusal to accept my credit card which the staff had assured me they would - and with the manager demanding cash with some story about there being two-days before the money could be transferred and that there was a Muslim holiday and some other thing that was happening that would delay the payment, the complications increased.

I told him, Our Mastercard  has been accepted all over India and there’s never been a problem.  Fulmaya chipped in with, Oh!  So you don’t trust us!  But the manager just repeated his argument three-times without changing anything as if we were fly-by-nights and never intended paying our bill.

Anyhow, I almost regret giving the hotel a bad review but I felt that the slow room service and the drunks fighting till three in the morning like intoxicated cats with childish slamming of doors and no one on the desk to complain to – plus the credit card crap - justified a bad review.

So we had the flight from Agartala to Kolkata and my nephew in Kathmandu who runs a small internet café/travel agency booked us a flight from Kolkata to Kathmandu.  The catch – the money had to be paid in US dollars. 

The dollars were eventually got from my brother-in-law who is here from New York and he paid Jitu, my nephew, for us and we had then to return the money in Nepalese rupees.  That’s when I went to the cash machine and failed to get the money. I tried another up the road and managed to get the remainder of the money.

When I checked my bank account, two-Rs15,000 had been taken out of Lloyds TSB.  Eventually, contacted the manager of the Global Bank where the cash machine was and he looked a bit sheepish.  I wrote a letter explaining the situation and he phones me up the next day asking for the long number on the card.  Of course, I think, this is a bit suspicious as he or anyone in the head office could use the card to purchase something on line. Anyhow, I phone him and gave him the number.

The saga continues.

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