I am the biggest moron walking the streets of Hanoi! It looks like since I basically stopped drinking six months ago my brain has become mushy lacking the preserving effect of the alcohol!
Yesterday I went to my Vietnamese bank to arrange things in a way that I can travel Asia and fund everything through my account there. My Vietnamese credit card is in Dong. But I had only USD there. So, I tried to do a conversion by internet banking already a couple of months ago. But for every transaction I need a PIN code, which the bank sends me by text message to my mobile phone. The Vietnamese, mind you.
As it turned out, the Vietnamese phone operator had blocked my number already two months after my leaving the country last December – despite that I still had a 500000 Dong credit balance!
So: phone not working – no text messages – no text messages no PIN – no PIN no internet banking – no internet banking no money in the credit card account…
Of course, to register a new phone number you have to appear at the bank branch in person.
So, I had arranged for a post-paid SIM card to avoid that the number will be blocked again. I picked it up upon my arrival. And I had to set up a payment system to make the monthly payments (to find a victim who will pay for me every month)
Now, of course, it turned out that I had to go to the other end of Hanoi to get “roaming” on my SIM card. Otherwise: no text messages outside Vietnam That was quite a procedure and I had to leave a deposit of 2,000,000 Dong…
So, yesterday I went to the bank, registered the new phone number for internet banking, exchanged enough USD into VND to keep me going with my credit card in Thailand – and now, time to relax!!!
Alas, when last night I decided to prepare the things I need to take with me on holiday (a bag of chargers for different devices, negligée, perfume, handcuffs, documents and other important matters) it turned out that I had left my bloody Vietnamese credit card in Munich – in my Bulgarian wallet! I missed to transfer it to my Asian wallet! What a moron! All the hassle and all the fuzz for nothing!
In my desperation I went to the bank early this morning (only 20 minutes by taxi) but as I expected they were not able to issue a new card by the end of today It will be ready only once I come back from Thailand.
OK, this is not really fatal. I will take a stack of Benjamin Franklins with me instead. But it certainly is most embarrassing! Maybe I better start looking for a personal assistant…