I’ve traveled from Bosnia to Bali to Boston, and many points in between, and this month’s trip to Egypt was the first time I’ve ever had my bank card eaten by an automatic teller machine.
It was a stifling hot night in Luxor, and all I wanted to do was grab some cash at the ATM across the street, run back to the coolness of the hotel, and pick up some souvenirs in the gift shop.
I inserted my ATM card, and watched it disappear into the bowels of the machine — never to be seen again. Thus began my adventure with Egypt’s tomb of the lost ATM cards.
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