Well, here is the good times Matthias slept again. I was on a Saturday night on the road again. A bit of music listening, a two schlappern beer. Had the night not much money. To be precise: a fifty bill brine and a little pocket change. It was then just a beer and I had to pay 8 soles. I gave the boor behind the counter of the fifties and got back two twenties and two soles. I still have one left as a tip, I'll blow the whistle. Before loading into taking a guy like me wanted a taxi. Ten soles to the hotel! I'm the guy NEN bird and am shown around the corner. The negotiations with the next taxi driver returned 5 Soles. So get back home. Outside the hotel, I junk around in my pockets. This small change results after rough estimate less than 5 soles. So one twenties. The taxi driver is not as stupid as me! The looks closely at the bill. He gives it back to me and says that this is a fake. Oh great! I'll give him another. The result is the same! I search again in plate and get money, thank God, but for 5 bucks together.
The next morning I switched to the reception 100 Soles. With hundreds of you here need not even trying to pay for a taxi. I got out and twenties. Did then the times compared with my two finds. At first glance, were actually ok. But somehow the paper was different, or in other words, some were made of cheap paper, the others were bills.
I've tried in the evening at the same point these things go back to be. With the first it seemed to work. As to the second round it will still wanted to pay, the Servierheini noticed that. He came back with the bill. I told him that I just received this bill on the previous evening in this establishment. That is totally impossible! He then got the guy in from the cash register. And anyway, every employee here would agree that it be completely impossible, that I have received counterfeit money. I then just pay the second amount Fuffi with. I promptly got my twenties again another wrong. Now it was alleged that I would have paid just the other with that same amount. Agreed, too, must admit not the same, right? I wondered whether this was probably the only twenties were in the till. The answer was a stupid face. How does he know so exactly, that this is just been my money. No answer. For that I was now of all employees, including the two, eingermassen Finster looking creatures from beyond the front door, surrounded. The situation had become so designed something to my disadvantage. Especially since I had a very reliable impression that something else in "glib" is understood as a loose tongue. I'm so taken back and the other false twenties. All in all, not really nice, on the other hand, it is still to get over. 40 soles are not quite 10 €. There's also another consolation still, the fellow who is arriving here on Saturday, got himself a fake $ 20 bill already foist. This is considerably more than 10 €! Anyway, I'll be careful in the future.