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Both Z and I are getting super fucking jittery about our upcoming trip now.
He’s dealt with this by doing even more fucking research.
I haven’t really dealt with it at all, but. I did make myself a list of lists and such. And today, I sat down, wrote out what bags we’re bringing with us, and made a rough list of what’s to go in each bag. Things like, since we’ll be together on the flights, who should have what in each of their carry-on bags. Z has already been thinking about who will carry which bags, as well. So. That’s fine. I figure, heavy things in the smaller checked bag, light things in the big one, because it won’t take much for that 90L duffel bag to become unliftable if we’re not careful. And yes, I’m bringing an empty duffel bag along, in case of souvenirs OR if the huge duffel gets too fucking heavy to schlep.
Because, at the beginning and end of the trip, there’s a mile-long hike through a parking lot to and from the tram that goes to YYZ airport.
(Of course we’re flying out of Toronto, we’d be idiots not to.)
Today’s project was that I went to the bank, deposited assorted checks that needed depositing, and got out a whole pile of cash. And, crucially, told them I’d be traveling. It’s a credit union, so they know me kinda anyway.
They were fascinated to hear where I’d be traveling, glad to note it down, and then one of them said, “Uh we better look up what countries the credit card works in,” which I hadn’t really thought of. She read it out loud. No to Lithuania, of all places, and no Romania, no South Africa, no Russia, no Ukraine, no– no Turkey.
“Neither ATMs nor POS,” she said, meaning Point of Sale. So I can’t swipe the card at a restaurant or store or gas station or anything.
“So, I’m cash-only in Turkey,” I said.
I haven’t traveled like that since the early 90s. The way it works now is you just go to the ATM at your destination and get out cash and go about your business, and everyone’s cards work everywhere– but no. Not in Turkey.
No restrictions on Kyrgyzstan, but ATMs are not super frequent there, I’m told. And several of our hotels have notices that they’re cash-only.
I researched it some more and I mean. I knew Turkey was in trouble. I knew there were problems with Turkey. I have applied for and received a visa, I’m still a little trepidatious. But holy shit, I sort of only was half-aware of how bad their currency is doing, at the moment.
And like. Erdogan was yelling about how the dollar is “hamstringing” their economy, but. Like. Listen. Dollars are what I got, and he’s kind of horrible.
I’m just going to bring dollars and figure it out when I’m there.
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Both Z and I are getting super fucking jittery about our upcoming trip now.
He’s dealt with this by doing even more fucking research.
I haven’t really dealt with it at all, but. I did make myself a list of lists and such. And today, I sat down, wrote out what bags we’re bringing with us, and made a rough list of what’s to go in each bag. Things like, since we’ll be together on the flights, who should have what in each of their carry-on bags. Z has already been thinking about who will carry which bags, as well. So. That’s fine. I figure, heavy things in the smaller checked bag, light things in the big one, because it won’t take much for that 90L duffel bag to become unliftable if we’re not careful. And yes, I’m bringing an empty duffel bag along, in case of souvenirs OR if the huge duffel gets too fucking heavy to schlep.
Because, at the beginning and end of the trip, there’s a mile-long hike through a parking lot to and from the tram that goes to YYZ airport.
(Of course we’re flying out of Toronto, we’d be idiots not to.)
Today’s project was that I went to the bank, deposited assorted checks that needed depositing, and got out a whole pile of cash. And, crucially, told them I’d be traveling. It’s a credit union, so they know me kinda anyway.
They were fascinated to hear where I’d be traveling, glad to note it down, and then one of them said, “Uh we better look up what countries the credit card works in,” which I hadn’t really thought of. She read it out loud. No to Lithuania, of all places, and no Romania, no South Africa, no Russia, no Ukraine, no– no Turkey.
“Neither ATMs nor POS,” she said, meaning Point of Sale. So I can’t swipe the card at a restaurant or store or gas station or anything.
“So, I’m cash-only in Turkey,” I said.
I haven’t traveled like that since the early 90s. The way it works now is you just go to the ATM at your destination and get out cash and go about your business, and everyone’s cards work everywhere– but no. Not in Turkey.
No restrictions on Kyrgyzstan, but ATMs are not super frequent there, I’m told. And several of our hotels have notices that they’re cash-only.
I researched it some more and I mean. I knew Turkey was in trouble. I knew there were problems with Turkey. I have applied for and received a visa, I’m still a little trepidatious. But holy shit, I sort of only was half-aware of how bad their currency is doing, at the moment.
And like. Erdogan was yelling about how the dollar is “hamstringing” their economy, but. Like. Listen. Dollars are what I got, and he’s kind of horrible.
I’m just going to bring dollars and figure it out when I’m there.
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