Great story that brought me back to my backpacking youth. Well told and you had me chuckling. It reminded me of my experience trying to get change at a Morrocan bank....no queuing, it was a free-for-all and when I finally bludgeoned my way to the teller like a 300 pound NFL linebacker....the bank ran out of money and subsequently closed for the next three days due to a long weekend. I subsisted on 20 cent loaves of bread until it reopened.