DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE: Well… we’re trapped

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE: Well… we’re trapped

We’re both excited about New Zealand and intended on getting some travel money. This is usually a simple task in England. I usually log onto the post office website and order it with money on. Here it’s anything but simple. We drove to the post office in Coramil thinking that it would be simple, pass us a card with our money on and that’ll be it. It isn’t simple they wanted variour ID’s and proof of address. I’ve no idea how travellers normally get them since they don’t have addresses. I only had my UK driving licence which wasn’t enough. I stormed off with no intention of going back to that one. We went back got both passports and a bank invoice, we drove to the post office in Woonona for us to go through the process of setting up the account where they wanted yet another form of ID the bank statement wasn’t enough, I wasn’t happy and was going to go mad but fortunately the woman behind the counter saw my medicare card and used that as an ID. I thought of giving them a blood sample, fingerprints and hair just to make sure they would be happy but no need.

            We went back to the house to set up the card. What a nightmare! It didn’t work I tried several times it simply wouldn’t do anything, they’ve got $300 of our money and I have a card that doesn’t do anything. After a while of cursing it I rang the post office ready to give them abuse but was told the server was down so try tomorrow. That calmed me a little, I’ve been so mellow since being here but something about today had infuriated me.

            While I was doing this Vicki was trying to rearrange our flights to come home, this should be relatively simple, ring them up and ask to change it, simple. Not for us we booked with Quantas because that’s all Vicki would fly with but ended up with British airways, Quantas has now merged with Emerates which means we can’t rearrange our flight without paying a ridiculous some of money so we’re stuck here in Australia. Fortunately Vicki made a scene and we managed to have our flights changed and it only cost us a little.