Istanbul scams
We've met a lot of Turkish people here and they have been almost
universally friendly, welcoming and genuine. Also, most of them have
wanted to help us to spend our money in their (or their brother's,
uncle's or cousin's) carpet shop (or caf�, or travel agency, or...).
But you soon learn to treat the endless sales approaches as they do:
as pure sport. The tourists float past like fish in a stream, and they
try to catch them. It's a fun game, and as long as both parties treat
it as such, entertaining and often enlightening conversations can take
place.
Unfortunately however, this city has its share of scumbags just like
any other. Yesterday we were trying to get to the Syrian embassy by
taxi before the embassy opened (so that we would have a chance of
getting to the front of the queue for our visa before it closed 90
minutes later). We allowed our attention to wander for a second and we
were robbed as a result. We made several key mistakes: we didn't check
that the driver had zeroed the meter when we started the journey (he
hadn't); we didn't have the right change for the fare (we only had a
50 Lira note, and we knew that the fare was going to be around 10
Lira); we allowed him to drop us off on an adjacent street and confuse
us by reeling off walking directions for the last 100 metres in
Turkish; and--most crucially--we didn't keep our eyes on the 50 Lira
note as we handed it over. Because the meter hadn't been zeroed our 10
Lira journey was actually going to cost 18.80 Lira. A bit pissed off
by this, but relieved that we were at least going to be reasonably on
time at the embassy, we handed him the 50. An instant later he had
palmed it, and it had magically turned into a 5. Instead of getting 31
Lira in change, we were now being asked for an additional 13. In the
confusion he actually convinced us that we hadn't handed over a 50 (it
is only painfully obvious after the event) and so we complied (paying
the balance in Euros because we had only had the 50 Lira note to start
with), even apologising to him. At the end of the exchange, and
allowing for the correct fare, we had been robbed of about 25 quid
(USD 49). Not the end of the world but deeply annoying that we had
been so stupid. We just hope the b@stard enjoys his ill-gotten gains
and that Allah forgives him.
Another widespread scam in Istanbul is much less harmful and almost
good fun. The city is full of shoe-shine guys who carry a box
containing their brushes, polishes and a little step. They wander
around all day looking for shoes to shine. The going rate is around 1
to 2 Lira and the good guys are always busy. They do an excellent job,
too. Unfortunately, as with the taxi drivers, there is also the less
honest variety. They find it a bit too much of an effort to charge a
fair price and do a decent job, so instead they prey on good-natured
tourists and overcharge by a factor of ten times. The scam goes like
this: a shoe-shine man is walking through the city, without a care in
the world, his box hanging from his shoulder. Suddenly, his brush (his
livelihood!) falls from the box but he doesn't notice, and walks on.
Coincidentally, the brush has fallen right beside some tourists and
they see it. They call the poor man back and hand him his brush. He is
quite literally overcome with gratitude and he shakes them warmly by
the hand. He then insists on giving them a free shoe-shine as thanks
for their kindness. The shoe-shine takes quite a long time, during
which he strikes up a conversation with them. It emerges that the poor
man has had a run of bad luck, and (to cut a long story short) he has
a sick child in hospital in Ankara and he can't afford to visit the
child or pay the medical bills. The only thing he knows is shining
shoes, and so even though this was promised as a free shoe-shine,
would the customer mind please coughing up 10 Lira so that he can look
after his family? (Remember a shoe-shine costs 1 to 2 Lira). The
tourist is embarrassed, confused and in 25% of cases, hands over the
money.
After a week in the city we had seen this identical scam done so many
times in front of so many tourists, that we decided to do us some
scumbag hunting! We had discovered by chance that the nearest
supermarket to our hostel is a prime spot for this scam. It is on a
reasonably quiet, small square into which several streets merge. Lots
of tourists end up here and get a bit disorientated when they arrive
at the square, so they stop to work out where they are. The perfect
place for a bit of brush dropping. We decided to hang around here and
see if we could get scammed. Amazingly within 30 seconds a brush
dropped at our feet, as if to order. This was too easy! Instead of
picking it up we followed our target to see what he would do when not
called back. He sort of slowed down and started to take great interest
in a nearby shop window. We slowed down too, refusing to pass him.
Eventually, with an Oscar-worthy bit of acting he pretended to
remember something that he had forgotten and turned round. He made the
mistake of making eye contact with us and saw that Glenn was looking
straight at him. Glenn smiled and asked him how many people were
fooled by his little act. He beamed back and said in very good English
"20 to 25 percent!" He was proud and not a bit remorseful. Glenn
thanked him for the information and we went our separate ways.
It had been so easy, so we decided we had to get this on film. The
next evening we came back to the same spot, with the camera set on
Movie mode, held at waist level. Literally the instant we arrived on
the street we were again picked up by a scammer. The video below shows
how he moves into position right in front of us, checks over his
shoulder three times, and deftly knocks the brush off its hook by
tapping it against his leg. When it falls Glenn focuses the camera on
the brush, daring him to come back and pick it up. In the top-right of
the frame you can see that he stops quite quickly, hesitates as he
realises he is rumbled, then decides to come back for it anyway. Right
after the end of the video he did a big grin for the camera and walked
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