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The adventures of Fe & Chris

Fiona made me write this

After Fiona’s self-documented incompetence (and here) earlier in our journey, and Lachlan’s stylistic advice, I am compelled to inform you of my bungling activities. On our arrival at Copan Ruinas Fiona bravely set off to find us appropriate accommodation whilst I took on the challenge of acquiring some local currency. I found two nice men guarding the bank, one with a pump action shotgun, the other with a metal detector. The latter waved his instrument at me, fortunatously the former did not. I duly entered the bank brandishing my card and attacked the ATM with great gusto.

Rather pleased at myself for finding the Change language button I merrily continued my financial transaction and extracted 3000 Lempiras (80 GBP, should you be interested). Happily stuffing the cash into my wallet, I went back to Parque Central to find Fe. Both pleased with our respective transactions (actually, that’s a lie, Fe was hot and irritable at having to visit three places before one would accept us), we went off to our new hotel.

Two days later, over breakfast, I noticed my bank card wasn’t in my wallet. Most problematic. We searched our room to no avail, until we decided that we should return to the site of the last sight of the offending item - the bank with the man with the gun. Frantically trying to remember any of the Spanish I had learn’t, and with the aid of a phrasebook, I managed to communicate to a nice gentleman that I may have left my card in or near the ATM two days ago. Upon presentation with my passport he extracted a wad of cards from his desk and started to search through them. There is was! My card! My incompetence had been rectified! I was very pleased.

Before we left I had to endure a tirade in Spanish. I’m not sure what it all meant, but I think the message was don’t be such a f***wit in future!

5 Comments »

  Dad wrote @ June 23rd, 2007 at 3:13 am

Well, this just helps to emphasise the fact that Hill men simply cannot be trusted. I’m not allowed an umbrella in case I lose it. I’m not allowed a mobile phone in case I lose that; and I never pay bus and train fares or buy cups of coffee because I’m not allowed any money. Use the plastic, you say! Yeah - but which way in does it go and what was that number? And risk being over generous on the service charge and worst of all - leave the card behind! Much safer to keep out of trouble and leave the women folk to attend to such things.

And, Christopher if it’s any consolation **** men (step Uncle Ian - I was about to contravene, unwittingly, the Race Relations Act!) are no better than Hill men because somewhere in Russia apparently - according to Julia Hill (who is just on the phone) is Ian B’s lost debit card.

So let the women handle these things, I say. Saves a lot of bother and keeps the aggro levels down.

Dad

  Mike wrote @ June 24th, 2007 at 2:12 pm

Actually I’m beginning to believe that Mr Hill is jinxed.

This story has an awfully familiar ring to it. Recall if you will, Mr Hill, our little trip to Barcelona, where I, in your company(It’s necessary to stress the significance of your presence now I realize you are jinxed) thought I had been robbed of my money belt containing my cash, traveller’s cheques and passport.
However, after much stress, visiting police and embassies we were directed by the lady in the hostel to an obscure Bar on the other side of town that we had never visited. There we met a friendly barmaid who returned all my belongings including all the cash.

Having been in the company of the jinxed Chris, I had obviously been impelled to act incompetently and had simply dropped my money belt on the street outside the bar.

Lock up your belongings Fi, lest you suffer the curse of the Hills as I did.

  El Grouse wrote @ June 25th, 2007 at 3:09 am

To change the subject a little - while we are reminding Chris of mis adventures with money, I may also remind the readers of his famously problematic guts in Madagascar. I reaaly hope that they are better now, and you do not have a prolonged Mad Gut experience.

  Soph wrote @ June 25th, 2007 at 6:37 am

Clearly, it’s not Hill men who are incompent or jinxed - it’s men in general! But Dad you are particulary bad - you did forget your pin number when buying your new piano. And did the instructions for your new stereo make sense to you?

  Lachlan wrote @ July 2nd, 2007 at 3:12 am

Hmm, I don’t think it is men in general. I have never lost my wallet or any cards whereas Lynne has lost several cards and recently also left £30 in a cash machine rather than picking it up like one normally does. Luckily the machine swallowed it before some nefarious character could nab it.

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