Buckle up — because this is going to be a life-changing blog.
Man, oh man. I’m still trying to figure out exactly what took place yesterday. Here, if you guys don’t want to read, here’s the podcast….and I’ll write what happened, on top of some things you need to know if you travel to Male, Maldives.
Let’s just say that when I came here, I was unable to obtain any currency. No Maldivian Rupiah is made available for anyone. I tried selling my Thai baht at the airport and they simply said, “we don’t accept it.”
I replied, “guys, I have no other money. I tried using my US bank card at the ATM and it didn’t work! He said, “I’m sorry. That’s the only way you can get money.”
After following that, my bank got 3 suspicious transactions and restricted my card immediately, so I had to use an app to call back to America and explain the situation. 20 minute conversation lead to a wonderful assistant telling me, “listen, you have only two transactions left that you can use. We will block your card and send you a new one.”
I said, “omg, could you stay on the line so I can buy an Air Asia ticket for tomorrow to head back home?” She followed suit, along with me paying for my hotel and that was the end. My what was suppose to be three day trip to the ultra-gorgeous island named Maldives was coming to a horrific stop in just 24 hours – all because I couldn’t get Maldivian currency with my Thai Baht or USD.
After buying and sorting everything out, I sat seaside watching kids run around and play; jet skis flying at high-speeds in the distance, wonderful people swimming out to a platform 50 meters off the shore so they can run around on the platform. Myself? Wound on my leg that was continuing to fester, developing into something much scarier, drowned in my sorrows while putting my hands atop my head thinking, “why me?” All I wanted to do was come here and have an incredible holiday.
The Turning Point
A Bangladeshi gentleman who works at the front desk invited me for dinner…on him. It was 7pm and I fell asleep because I wasn’t hungry. I was in REM when I heard some door knocks and a man speaking outside. I knew it was him, so I jumped out of bed, opened the door and he was heading downstairs saying, “don’t worry, food and everything is paid for.”
I said, “huh?”
He said, “we’re taking care of you. Come downstairs.”
I said, “man, I’m just going to get some sleep.”
He insisted, “come downstairs.”
And so I did. I went outside and there was the woman who I first shook hands with at the airport. The events that followed are events that I’ll be telling for the rest of my life. Podcast down below.