Well, isn’t living in the Far East one constant round of delicious excitement. Don’t answer that, it was a rhetorical question.
Cambodian lock down means that you are only allowed out for emergencies and/or food. Today, after not being out for over a week, I used the 'PassApp' (on my little Samsung) and headed in the tuk tuk out to the big Angkor Market (Supermarket). Where the roads weren't blocked by policemen, they were blocked by construction, so it took an inordinate amount of time to reach my destination, but hey I was chilled, cool in the heat watching the irony of small children playing with plastic cranes and dumper trucks right in front of the construction site where the real things towered over us all.
Next was the ATM. I tried multiple ATMs but not one would issue me cash. Ho Hum! I used to get this all the time in Malaysia. My bank would assume that I was a robber, a thief, simply because I was living in Malaysia (which has a very poor reputation apparently). Luckily I had enough money to pay for my (much reduced) shopping and enough to pay the tuk tuk driver too.
Back at the apartment I made copious phone calls to my (English) bank’s Fraud Dept (a number I practically know by heart) and eventually spoke to an operator. After several minutes of proving my identity and giving my card details, I was told nope, no problem their end. My card has not been stopped. So, the other inconvenience is a disconnect between Cambodia and the rest of the world.
I am still without cash, but hopefully this will be sorted out soon as my rent's due in a few day’s time. Yesterday the internet cable was cut, yet again, by construction, so I guess something similar must have happened for the ATMs.
Life certainly is ‘interesting’.
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