I come to you live from Beirut’s International Airport.
This morning I woke up ready for my flight to Abu Dhabi, after witnessing the magic of a political revolution taking over Lebanon in a way I didn’t imagine prior to my flight in to the country.
What struck me suddenly was a sudden rejection of my card at an Automatic Teller Machine.
I called my bank in Australia and was told my card wasn’t blocked. I was free to access the funds.
I tried three ATMs again, with no reward and called the bank once more.
‘No. No, there is nothing wrong with your card.’
I tried to attach the card to my Uber account so I could get to the airport. I did this because my regular bank card was blocked after using it in Abu Dhabi on my way to Lebanon.
Due to differences in real and account settings for my address I was rejected for using this card on Uber.
I was at a loss.
In a final moment of internet love, my friend booked my Uber from Australia. It worked. I’m here writing these words thanks to that moment.
I do not know exactly what happened, as my bank said all appeared fine and being in Lebanon was no issue. But I think it was.
I assume that banking services had come to a standstill for fear people would withdraw all their money within the fearful psychology and experience of revolution.
We wait to see what this revolution holds for the future of Lebanon. I’m simply glad in this moment that I can write these words from the airport with a thanks to my friend’s Uber account getting me here!