You will hear the phrase “old money” from me off and on, especially when referring to Imperial measurements which the US persists in using as apposed to the rest of the world which is firmly entrenched now in the metric system. Today – I am literally talking about old money.
Let me start at the beginning in Alkmaar where my hotel was. Walk to the train station – no problems. Buy a ticket. Oh – there is only one machine. Today it is not taking cards. Luckily the local newspaper/magazine location was willing to provide change. Did I mention that the ticket machine only took coins? No bills, just coins. And when it said – No Change Given – what it really meant was exact change only.
I managed to get to Schipol (with the usual train change in Zaadam), found the market which hadn’t been listed on the airport’s website as it is actually in the “trains” area… Anyway. drop baggage through a machine that weighs the bag and checks to make sure your luggage routing tag is readable. Through security, through the automated passport control and on to the gate.
A few hours later, I boarded – flying to Edinburgh. By the time I was off, had my bags, and exited the airport, I was tired and elected to take a taxi. Arriving at Beverley’s was when the fun began. I have cash, a lot since I closed out my UK Bank account in 2014 and kept meaning to either use it or change it. But in reality, I kept forgetting to bring my pounds sterling along. And some of my pounds are Bank of Scotland.
Well, the UK has gone to the same kind of fancy bills with embedded plastic like the rest of the world. I didn’t know this till I tried to pay. I have LITERALLY old money
Changing my money at Bank of Scotland is on the agenda for the morning.
