Instanbul (Day 3)
Published Wednesday, October 05, 2005 by Mika | E-mail this post
We spent the day with the Czech boy walking around the Bazaar bargaining. We got some cracking deals.
Hannah, "How much?"
"20 Lira"
"That’s Bollocks, the other shop has that shirt for 6", clearly a lie.
That shopkeeper decided to play his trump card early stating smugly, "I have been to Gallipoli…" We waited for an 'and' or some point to that statement.
5 seconds silence and Hannah and I look at each other, "I think it means no we cant have it for 6." Maybe they have a bazaar guide book which they teach them a couple of useful phrases like that, confuse. We got it for 8 with our haggling. A good victory. Tintin t-shirts are like gold dust!
That night we had a couple of beers where Frank the Czech informed us Czech's had on average a beer a day a person (including babies). I didn’t doubt it watching him drink and then he picked up his brother who had thought it prudent to drink a bottle of whiskey on the train from Greece and was passed out in the station. We only knew because someone had rang someone on his phone who rang Frank. That night I tried to sell Ariane and Hannah to everyone I met to try and raise some hard currency. Even when I pointed out how good their teeth was no one was buying. Ariane then took some mild offence to everything and attacked me with fingers extended. When I added they scratch as well no one still took them, Seeing as I had their credit cards I showed everyone them to see if that would help. I asked the bar tender if he would give me 6 camels instead of cash (I was getting desperate Ariane was starting to hiss and be aggressive and I was concerned someone would notice the rabies she had gotten from the kittens) Frank took them in the end when I was giving them away for free. Ariane was so sad about leaving me she kept trying to give me a hug or something I didn’t want her rabies so I kept a safe distance. Leaving can be so emotional. I was so touched by her concern, I almost asked for them back. That night the policeman slept opposite me, I didn’t move in case he thought I was a burglar.
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