Refreshing Tangerine

I don’t generally take Canadian money with me when I travel. As a matter of fact, I rarely have much money in my wallet period. So the last-minute decision to stash $100 CAD (part of annual Costco rebate) in my backpack is one of those little blessings that the universe doles out from time to time.

I researched money and ATMs and found they were plentiful in the tourist areas of Bali. And that information was spot-on. Stopped at the first in a line of them at the airport, however the machine simply ejected my bank card and told me to have a nice day I stood in line at the next machine but when the guy in front of me couldn’t get money, I decided on a whim to exchange my CAD cash so that I could pay for the taxi (which by the way the hotel forgot to arrange leaving me to the devices of the international taxi mafia). 

Yesterday, Maria and I pulled ourselves away from the pool to hit the cash machine early afternoon before it ran out. Maria gets money. None for me, and not even the courtesy of best wishes or a smiley face. 

It appeared that contacting Tangerine with my travel dates was just another one of those wasted phone calls where I try to do my due diligence and they pretend to listen

So of course I have to buy more Skype credits. And remain on hold for much longer than the promised “2 or 3 minutes” only to hear that it’s the middle of the night there and the systems are undergoing maintenance and maybe I should try another bank or perhaps my card will work tomorrow once it has been “refreshed”. 

Gotta tell you, not feeling that refreshed at the moment with Tangerine. This isn’t my first time at this rodeo. They may soon find themselves fresh-squeezed .

Update: The “refresh”worked! I have money.