Will be sharing bits and pieces of my experience at #migration17
No complaints here,
But this post from yesterday, laugh at your problems knowing, yes, it could always be better, but it could also be worse 😉
I can only laugh at the extent of my folly, fear and haste.
If I ponder it, in any other light, I will never ever forgive myself. And even as I changed £10 to $11.33 to get some McDonald's before running to catch that flight and free wifi, to check on my messages, and let the family know that I am safely at the third part of the four part journey, my head is slightly buzzing from those transactions.
I don't know if it was the fact that my travels started at 7:30 p.m. in Belize City and I did not arrive at the Cancun airport until 7:30 a.m (really 6:30 a.m. Belize time, so just eleven hours if counting that.)
Or the constant, stop here, stop there. Come off here, wait here, stand there, pay here. Well did you change your money to pesos? No!
Or the sheer exhaustion of thinking so hard and being so nervous anticipating this trip.
Whatever the case, reason or combination of reasons, I changed my US currency to British pound sterling in Cancun.
Even when the women at the booth said, "you'll lose your money, because I have to do two transactions," I didn't tune in.
Change your USD to MN and later change the MN to £. The loss at my expense of course.
I didn't register, logically what she meant until she whittled down 700 US dollars to 356 British Pound Sterling.
I'm horrible at math, but fuck, that exchange rate is worse. The worst! Actually.
And then it hits me, why didn't I change it all in Philadelphia?
Can I cancel this transaction?
In fact, both of them?
I think I just totally screwed myself.
And as soon as the realization hit me, up walks this Belizean to me at the booth, (We had taken the bus together to Cancun) "can you change some US fi me?"
"What?" I asked scared, and immediately, "I just gave that woman all my money. All I have left is 60 US."
So he starts the calculation on his phone and hands my 1000 pesos.
I laughed inside and even a little to him, "why didn't you ask me earlier?"
To which he replies "I saw you wid da buff bally. Me figa he jealous and me no waan no problems."
Again I laugh inside and a little for him to hear, "God man, we were seated next to each other. How does that mean we are together."
What follows is him trying to lure me to help him change pesos to 2000 US dollars.
I guess we both screwed ourselves today.
So between trying to figure out the exchange rate prior to jumping into a taxi (I sure wished I was that smart) and trying to get him his 40 pesos of change from our 60 to 960 transaction, I finally decided to give up, leave him, his adventure and his taxi man and find coffee and food.
I was now angry at myself and hungry and sleepy.
Something had to give.
So I sat down and spoke to a nice young man traveling to Miami for 5 days.
He didn't have any issues because he has a credit card.
Yes at some point, I will need one too, especially since that exchange rate is so poor, or I'm such a sucker.
So I get my bag, check in. Flights had to be changed. Chicago instead of Philadelphia for me to get that Manchester flight.
There is literally one tear lingering at the side of my right eyelid as I type this into my phone in this dark plane.
And a swooping spinning anxiety ridden mind of 'how you so fool' you mek deh teef yuh and chance yuh fu schupid'
And 'oh that lady mussi still di laaf ata yuh' and 'what if they send yuh lee rass back da Belize?' 'Everyone will laugh, you idiot!'
Yes my mind can tell me cruel things about myself.
Anyways, that is part one. The exchange rate simpleton. Will share the rest of the adventure in the following posts...