Bulgarian blushes

Arriving at Sofia this morning I tried to change some zloty at a bank at the airport. I handed a wad of hundreds to the clerk.

“What are these?” she asked with a hint of derision in her voice as she held them up to the light.
“Polish zloty” I said proudly.

Pushing them distainfully towards me she muttered something about her bank only accepting real currencies. Sheepishly but angry I left the building only to be reminded that the girl at the foreign desk at the Kensington High Street Branch of Lloyds treated the good zloty in much the same way. What`s wrong with the zloty? Nothing as far as I can tell.

Tomorrow more of SGH and the LSE and others.

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