Posts Tagged ‘scams’

Foreigner Pricing

Snow Leopard

(OS X 10.6 Snow Leopards retail price from Apple’s China website)

You always hear about how cheap things are in China, and they can be. This isn’t always the case however, especially for foreigners. For example, I went to Xujiahui’s Metro City electronics market today to inquire about the price of Apple OS X 10.6 Snow Leopard. According to Apple, it’s 248 RMB. However:

Me: Do you have the new Apple OS, Snow Leopard?
Salesgirl: Yes, we do.
Me: How much?
Her: (squints her eyes, calculating how much this foreigner can be soaked for) 380 RMB.
Me: Huh?! Umm… but… (can’t find Chinese words for Retail Price)
Her: (in English) ORIGINAL!!
Me: Wow. How much for a fake copy?
Her: Huh? You don’t want ORGINAL?
Me: Right.
Her: COPY? (squints her eyes again) 285 RMB.
Me: :(

01

09 2009

Counterfeit bills at Overseas Dragon

One of the shitty things about being in China is the number of counterfeit bills going around. Also shitty is that as a foreigner, one is often a target for somebody who needs to unload fake bills.

Last week we went to the chain restaurant Overseas Dragon (777 JiangNing Road, 江宁路777号) for lunch, and I received a bunch of 10s in change. I noticed one that was taped up, but didn’t think anything of it. That is, until I tried using it a couple of days later and the store wouldn’t accept it. Upon further inspection, I confirmed it was fake. Normally I do check my bills, but I guess I’ve gotten into the lazy habit of not checking smaller 10 or 5 RMB notes.

However, since I knew exactly where I got the bill from I thought I’d give going back and confronting them a shot. I did not expect to get my bill replaced (I wouldn’t expect to in the west either), but I was curious to see what they would say and hoped they would at least apologize or acknowledge it somehow (a coupon or even free bowl of noodles would have been a nice gesture of good will). So, we went to Overseas Dragon again for lunch on the weekend and I tried to pay using the 10 RMB they gave me earlier in the week. The cashier refused to accept it, so I told her that they gave it to me; if they gave it to me, who am I supposed to give it to?

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14

06 2009

Back to India

moo

After spending my last days in Nepal sick with the flu (but managing to still stuff myself on some pretty great Korean food) it was another long bus ride from Pokhara to the Indian border. We were heading towards Varanasi, so this time the border was at Sunauli.

If there was ever any doubt before, this trip confirmed that I loathe traveling by bus in Nepal. This time, instead of going to the local bus stand, we decided to book a ‘tourist’ bus like all of the other rich foreigners. Unfortunately, this seems to be another scam! The only difference between ‘tourist’ buses and regular buses is:

* tourist bus tickets cost more
* the tourist bus leaves from a ‘tourist bus stand’ which is actually just a dirt parking lot full of touts selling overpriced snacks
* the tourist bus loads up with tourists who paid overpriced tickets before going to the regular bus stand to cram the bus full of locals

Other than this, I couldn’t see any difference.

Arriving back in India was interesting. If I thought the eastern border with Nepal with lax, the southern border took the cake. On the Indian side it consisted of a painted sign saying “INDIAN IMMIGRATION” in front of a wooden table; the table was housed by a tarp and shared space with a snack shop. “Immigration” was one guy with a big ledger.

We caught a bus to the junction town of Gorakaphur, which I couldn’t wait to leave. It was crowded, dirty, noisy, with almost nothing of interest (to me at least). We got up early the next morning and caught a train to Varanasi.

11

05 2009

Off to Nepal

Visa

After spending about 5 day in Darjeeling, we did a jeep share with some travelers we met in Sikkim to head back to Siliguri and then make our way to Nepal.

The border between India and Nepal seemed pretty lax, to say the least. I’m sure we could have easily just walked by the one tiny outpost on the Indian side and the desolate Immigration Office on the Nepal side. In fact, part of me wishes we did, since our ‘Welcome to Nepal’ was met with a 30-day visa price of $40 USD, payable in USD – which we did not have, nor could get on the Nepal side – or in Indian rupees at the equivalent of about $60 USD. On top of that, the asshole at immigration tried to scam another 100 Indian rupees out of each of us, saying that it was an extra ‘application fee’ but could not explain why nor point to anywhere that mentions this fee. We did not pay this, nor did he insist.

We hung out in the border town of Kakarvitta for a few hours waiting for our bus to Kathmandu. On first sight, Nepal is not really what I expected. I guess I always pictured it as some very zen and spiritual place with clean mountain air and rivers, sherpas, goats, etc. Sort of like Sikkim. On the contrary, a lot of parts seem much poorer than Indian with even less infrastructure.

12

04 2009

“Hello my friend! From which country?”

don't tout me

Time for a rant.

One of the major annoyances that I’ve had to get used to here is the extremely aggressive touting, haggling, scams, and begging that foreigners have to put up with when visiting India. This occurred in every other country I’ve visited, but nowhere near the level I’ve witnessed here.

Having to say “No, thank you”, “I don’t need a rickshaw”, “I don’t need a guide”, “I have a hotel”, “I’m not looking to buy souvenirs” dozens of times a day can be draining at best. Even more annoying is that with the more aggressive touts, you actually have to convince them you don’t need what they are offering before they leave you alone. It can really get on one’s nerves, and I’m only starting to get used to it now.

In China, simply ignoring beckons of “Hello! Rolex!” or showing disinterest is usually enough, but not here. At the Gateway to India in Mumbai, for example, one self-proclaimed government guide actually scolded us for ignoring his sales pitch, saying it was extremely rude not to stop and listen. After smiling and telling him we were not interested, he then proceeded to lecture us on proper etiquette in turning down offers such as his. Just as I started feeling a bit guilty he went straight into his sales pitch.

“Foreigner pricing” is another major issue. Besides shops overcharging tourists, getting taxis/rickshaws to use their meters is often impossible. Instead you get quoted a ridiculously high foreigner rate and have to haggle your way down to something remotely fair. At the end of the trip, some drivers still come up with an excuse to demand more than the agreed upon price. Landmarks, museums, temples, etc. clearly post admission fees of ten times or more for foreigners. I try to imagine what would happen in the West if taxi drivers refused to use their meters for foreign tourists, or if national landmarks had a blatantly discriminatory pricing scheme.

Then there is the begging. I think that beggars that approach and follow foreigners (often children that are coaxed by nearby adults) piss me off the most. I don’t mean to sound like a dick; if I have money and see people in need, I will often give. But never when I’m approached directly. It can also be hard to determine actual need versus those in character. A few times we’ve had conversations with beggar children, and it turns out they had homes, families, went to school, are were not hungry. Like many of the “suburb homeless teens” in Toronto who are homeless because they want a later curfew (and either make up with their families in the winter or go to Vancouver where the weather is nicer), begging is just an easy way to get some extra money. It annoys me when I see foreigners give kids money with the mentality that “10 rupees is worth it to have them leave me alone”. It just ensures that they’ll come bother me next. There is nothing more annoying than watching a beautiful sunset by the river only to be approached by a tout or beggar who will not leave you alone.

It often feels like everything here is a battle to prevent getting completely ripped off.

21

03 2009

Mysore

From Bangalore, we took a bus to Mysore. For a not-so-big city (pop. < 1 million), it's incredibly crowded and noisy. This gets worse during the daily power cuts when all shop owners turn on their Honda gas powered generators that sit outside their shops. Walking around becomes even more of a challenge (especially at night) with the roar of a few thousand generators all blowing exhaust in your face while you dodge buses, rickshaws, cows and pedestrians.

There seemed to be some interesting scam going on in this city that I never seemed to figure out. About 3 or 4 times, I'd be approached by young men that would all have the exact same conversation with me:

“Where are you from? Oh Canada? English or French part? There is an oil and incense market just down the street. One day only. Best in India! Me, I’m from Goa. I work at a cafe here. Just like Amsterdam. Weed, hash, it’s legal here in Mysore!”

Followed by an offer to be taken to the market or cafe. The first time I thought it was just some Goan wanting to say hello to foreigners. After the fourth time having the exact same conversation, I was really curious to find out what the scam was, but never did.

The one sight we checked out was the Mysore Palace, pictured above. Outside the palace, some creative ‘guide’ tried to tell us the palace was closed until a few hours later. As luck would have it though, he would be so kind as to drive us around the city sightseeing until it was open, and at a great price to boot! After declining his generous offer, we went to the (surprise, surprise – open) palace.

Speaking of which, the haggling here… well that will require another post.

06

03 2009