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Money Matters

Lost money for unused part of rental

For a stay in Buenos Aires, Argentina, in December ’08, my husband, Roger, and I rented a flat for 13 nights on Anchorena. During our stay, Roger had a medical emergency that required us to leave early.

Upon our arrival in Buenos Aires we had signed a contract which, in my opinion, did not clearly state that in the case of our leaving early, the whole fee could be kept by the apartment owner. Nevertheless, the owner refused to return any part of the rental fee, although we stayed only four nights. Because we had (foolishly) paid in cash, we had no recourse.

Paris Métro and plastic

We returned from France on May 27 to find the June ’09 issue and Abbie Salny’s letter titled “Heads up on Paris Métro” (page 14), which said there are no longer any ticket booths in the Métro stations, only machines that accept credit cards or cash. There are, indeed, manned ticket booths in the Métro, just not in every station.*

Billed for tour before accepting it

In December 2008, I called Grand Circle Travel to arrange March 2009 travel for two to Sicily. GCT calls the basic trip a “14-Day Extended Vacation.” They also offer a 6-night pretrip to Malta and a 7-night post-trip on the Amalfi Coast of Italy. I had hoped to arrange for air transportation and all three trip elements, which would include hotels and some meals plus travel insurance.

ChildSafe International

I read the reader’s letter “Coping With and Fighting Poverty During Travels” (Dec. ’08, pg. 56). The social service organization ChildSafe International (www.childsafe-international.org) provides shelter and training for street children in Southeast Asia, and their website contains advice for travelers who encounter children begging or offering trinkets for sale on the street.

Although their advice is written from the perspective of the situation in Southeast Asia, where child poverty is particularly dire, it may be relevant to other poor areas of the world.

What wallet?

During a visit to Paris, my wife and I used the Métro to travel around. One time we were going down the stairs, staying close to the wall and the handrail, when all of a sudden three fellows came in directly behind me.

My wife yelled, “Jack! Wallet!”

I quickly turned around, and the three fellows moved to the center of the stairs and rushed down and soon were out of sight. I then realized I would have been the victim of a pickpocket except for the quick action of my wife.