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3 reviews37 months ago
Watch out for MTCGAME
I bought a voucher from them, after authentication via google oauth2. They knew what my country of origin is and still sold me a voucher from turkey. They refuse to accept responsibility and rectify.
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114 months ago
Sleepy Wanderers Beware of Sleepy Hollows...
<p> Travelling along life's magickal journey brings many unexpected surprises. Some Wonderful and others not so.</p> <p>Sleepy in Gordon's Bay is a dilapidated den of ill repute and as dodgy as THE proverbial Rabbit Hole. Alice Beware for there is no gentle dozing doormouse or grinning Cheshire cat here just owner-wannabe gangsta Dr No- real name Pierre Naude with his cowslip henchman Scott lying in wait to relieve weary travellers of precious things and any cash they find in locked trunks. I know for I happened to be there at the right time to be relieved of cash to the value of R5,454 and to come to the rescue of an overseas lone female traveller whose locked trunk of valuables including her passport, cameras, lenses and various electronic equipment had been liberated by the shady pair; leaving her homeless, on the street in the clothes she stood in. The plan of deception was unworthy of Tarrantino's pen however, read on for the low down on how low this business owner goes...</p> <p> </p> <p>Mid afternoon, I return to Sleepy accompanied by the female traveller from overseas. We find the loyal employee distraught upon finding petty cash he was responsible for valued at +R1,000 missing. The owner and his hapless henchman are searching the dorm which we shared communally. We are refused access to gather personal belongings and informed that police have been called. My female companion decided to venture offsite and return later to collect her passport from her locked trunk. I chose to accompany her. When we returned, her locked trunk was missing and the owner informed us that the police from Gordon's Bay station had taken it as evidence because they had found drugs in it. I knew this to be untrue because she had kindly allowed me to store my laptop in her trunk for security and I never saw any drugs in it; not even a Panado or a GrandPas. My female companion was distraught and we decided to go for a drive around. We slept rough in the bush, saw shooting stars and in the morning decided to visit the police station in Gordon's Bay because it is illegal to remove personal belongings of an innocent and unconnected other from a crime scene.</p> <p> </p> <p>Gordon's Bay Police were extremely helpful and polite. After much searching, we all agreed that they were not in possession of the missing locked trunk. I advised my female companion to lay a charge of theft and the investigating officers met us at Sleepy to take possession of said trunk.</p> <p>We sat on grass opposite Sleepy and chatted while we waited for the officers to arrive. We were under strict instructions to NOT enter Sleepy or approach any person connected with Sleepy without the officers present. After four hours, Pierre and hapless henchman Scott appeared and ‘offered’ us to collect the trunk. My female companion politely and stubbornly refused. We were under strict orders to wait for the investigating officers. We both were and still are impeccable with our Word so we refused Pierre’s ‘offer’ and kept our agreement to wait for the officers. Pierre advised he would telephone the officers for a time of arrival. Knowing Pierre for the lowlife he is; I did not trust his word and returned to the Police station to find out what the story was. I left my female companion who had been joined by the scapegoated loyal employee so she was in safe company while I was gone. I returned with the officers and eventually the trunk was produced by Pierre. After a mutually cooperated search, the officers waited for hours while my female companion collected up her other belongings which had been trundled out onto the street by the gardener in a dirty and rusty old wheelbarrow.</p> <p>A few days later, after the dust had settled and my female companion was less distraught and stressed about the situation, she began going through her possessions because she needed some of the cash which she kept in the locked trunk. To her shock and dismay, she discovered that she had been liberated of R850 and R600 cash which she had saved towards a house share deposit and travel money for commuting into the city of Cape Town for work.</p> <p>My female companion and I are spending a few days at a wonderful backpackers in Betty’s Bay while we await a court date.</p> <p>Shout out to Bayside Backpackers of Betty’s Bay for their awesome accommodation and easy going hospitality.</p> <p>Weary Travellers Beware...</p>
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114 months ago
Sleepy Wanderers Beware of Sleepy Hollows...
<p> Travelling along life's magickal journey brings many unexpected surprises. Some Wonderful and others not so.</p> <p>Sleepy in Gordon's Bay is a dilapidated den of ill repute and as dodgy as THE proverbial Rabbit Hole. Alice Beware for there is no gentle dozing doormouse or grinning Cheshire cat here just owner-wannabe gangsta Dr No- real name Pierre Naude with his cowslip henchman Scott lying in wait to relieve weary travellers of precious things and any cash they find in locked trunks. I know for I happened to be there at the right time to be relieved of cash to the value of R5,454 and to come to the rescue of an overseas lone female traveller whose locked trunk of valuables including her passport, cameras, lenses and various electronic equipment had been liberated by the shady pair; leaving her homeless, on the street in the clothes she stood in. The plan of deception was unworthy of Tarrantino's pen however, read on for the low down on how low this business owner goes...</p> <p> </p> <p>Mid afternoon, I return to Sleepy accompanied by the female traveller from overseas. We find the loyal employee distraught upon finding petty cash he was responsible for valued at +R1,000 missing. The owner and his hapless henchman are searching the dorm which we shared communally. We are refused access to gather personal belongings and informed that police have been called. My female companion decided to venture offsite and return later to collect her passport from her locked trunk. I chose to accompany her. When we returned, her locked trunk was missing and the owner informed us that the police from Gordon's Bay station had taken it as evidence because they had found drugs in it. I knew this to be untrue because she had kindly allowed me to store my laptop in her trunk for security and I never saw any drugs in it; not even a Panado or a GrandPas. My female companion was distraught and we decided to go for a drive around. We slept rough in the bush, saw shooting stars and in the morning decided to visit the police station in Gordon's Bay because it is illegal to remove personal belongings of an innocent and unconnected other from a crime scene.</p> <p> </p> <p>Gordon's Bay Police were extremely helpful and polite. After much searching, we all agreed that they were not in possession of the missing locked trunk. I advised my female companion to lay a charge of theft and the investigating officers met us at Sleepy to take possession of said trunk.</p> <p>We sat on grass opposite Sleepy and chatted while we waited for the officers to arrive. We were under strict instructions to NOT enter Sleepy or approach any person connected with Sleepy without the officers present. After four hours, Pierre and hapless henchman Scott appeared and ‘offered’ us to collect the trunk. My female companion politely and stubbornly refused. We were under strict orders to wait for the investigating officers. We both were and still are impeccable with our Word so we refused Pierre’s ‘offer’ and kept our agreement to wait for the officers. Pierre advised he would telephone the officers for a time of arrival. Knowing Pierre for the lowlife he is; I did not trust his word and returned to the Police station to find out what the story was. I left my female companion who had been joined by the scapegoated loyal employee so she was in safe company while I was gone. I returned with the officers and eventually the trunk was produced by Pierre. After a mutually cooperated search, the officers waited for hours while my female companion collected up her other belongings which had been trundled out onto the street by the gardener in a dirty and rusty old wheelbarrow.</p> <p>A few days later, after the dust had settled and my female companion was less distraught and stressed about the situation, she began going through her possessions because she needed some of the cash which she kept in the locked trunk. To her shock and dismay, she discovered that she had been liberated of R850 and R600 cash which she had saved towards a house share deposit and travel money for commuting into the city of Cape Town for work.</p> <p>My female companion and I are spending a few days at a wonderful backpackers in Betty’s Bay while we await a court date.</p> <p>Shout out to Bayside Backpackers of Betty’s Bay for their awesome accommodation and easy going hospitality.</p> <p>Weary Travellers Beware...</p>
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