I picked up our Malarone anti malaria tablets today, and I currently have a big cheesy grin as the pharmasist only charged me the standard prescription rate so £6.85 for Claire and me, and free for the kids. So my Malarone that was originally going to cost £467 I finally got for £13.70, as soon as I got the tablets in my sweaty little hands I was out of that shop like a rocket feeling well smug.
But my smugness didn't last for long, I picked up my dollars and sols but didn't check the dollar rate like a twat until I got home. 1.83, one bloody eightythree it was 1.93 when I ordered them. Straight on the phone, apparently the computer doesn't always give the correct rate when buying large sums, it uses a lesser rate rather than a preferential rate. Although its sorted I still feel a little cheated. The upshot is I need to go back into town tomorrow and pick up my extra $72. I have a feeling I will take a bit more notice of the exchange rate.
Claire has just been reading up on Bolivia, I'm not sure what site she was on but it could have been 'horror stories R us' handcuffed and kidnapped by fake police, drugs planted on them at airport, bags robbed and altitude sickness stories. Hmm can't wait.
Still not packed.
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