HSBC Wank
Trip Start
Jan 08, 2007
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Trip End
Oct 01, 2007
I foolishly... or more likely, had my bank card stolen and then in true idiot style decided to block my credit card by typing in random combinations of numbers none of which being the correct one. This of course led to a pretty stressful day spent with nowt in my sky rocket except 30BS or the equivalent of 2quid. This in trueness would have been enough to get me to Sucre (one of Bolivia's most major cities and home to the central government), the problem with that plan of action was that for some reason only known to the British embassy they do not have an office there which left me in the shit as the closest option was returning to La Paz but being 10Bs short that idea was also exhausted.
Finally in a moment of clarity I realised that Internet banking could be my one saving grace, so I embarked on a mission to find an English person to exploit in my time of need. I located a local gringo haunt and whilst explaining to the Bolivian hostel owner that I needed someone English and that anyone would do, someone called my name from somewhere inside, although I couldn't see where this voice came from(not having my contacts in so nothing but blur) it was English and even more importantly they knew me WOOHOO saved! Thank you so much Abi I owe you one.
Finally in a moment of clarity I realised that Internet banking could be my one saving grace, so I embarked on a mission to find an English person to exploit in my time of need. I located a local gringo haunt and whilst explaining to the Bolivian hostel owner that I needed someone English and that anyone would do, someone called my name from somewhere inside, although I couldn't see where this voice came from(not having my contacts in so nothing but blur) it was English and even more importantly they knew me WOOHOO saved! Thank you so much Abi I owe you one.

