WE hadn't even parked the car when the dealer saw me.

I looked like the perfect target - a fair skinned tourist with a local driver, The Daily Telegraph reported.

He smiled at me warmly, which I returned (not knowing his agenda) and when I stepped out of the car he approached me.

"You want to buy a phone?" he asked.

"No thanks," I said simply.

"A T-shirt? A T-shirt? Cocaine?" The jump from clothing to drugs confused me. So I asked him again.

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