All we wanted were simple pair of cotton trousers but within 10 mins of walking into the textile shop Pete was dressed in some unflattering harem pants and I was wearing a Sari. And this was just the start of the scam.
We were brought Chai tea and sat down with the owner who’s voice was incredible high and full of praise for the quality of his products. We were shown piles of Pashminia’s and instead of the1 I was meant to buy got 4 – although one of these was for Pete who had been converted into draping himself in shiney soft material. We also got a live painting display and managed to resist buying any art but still came away 50 pounds lighter after an unsuccessful barter. Still we liked our Pasminas and had learnt a valuable lesson. Or had we?
