To make matters worse its banks are lined with hungry natives holding poison arrows who have just recently all decided to resort back to cannibalism. You soon meet a new friend who suggests you leave this bar and head to another better one he/she knows. This new bar has nice drinks a similar crowd and 2 rather large men out the front.The drinks pile up and you’re pretty sure your tab’s about now, no big deal.
You have cash and are only going to be in town for a day or so, which means that you’ve paid and are gone before you know anything about it and there’s no chance of going back somewhere and kicking someone’s arse..
yet even more likely, you won’t even notice till you’re safe and sound back at home and far, far away from old Istanbul.
Istanbul is famous for many things, including its many diverse, creative and thoroughly ingenious scams.
Istanbul scams take many forms but all involve parting you with your money.
You negotiate for an item in Turkish Lira, you get offered beer, wine, Turkish delight, lots of product guarantees, warranties, authenticity certificates and eventually you trust the shop person. Unbeknownst to you when you enter your credit card details you’ve been charged in Euro’s not Lira and that’s a big difference.
Suddenly 1,000 Euros for that jacket doesn’t really seem worth it.
As above, except replace the shoe shining kit with a taxi.
Use the meter or always negotiate a price before getting into the car. Like balls out really good quality clothes, watches, bags, shoes and leather products that look so real if I was Ralph Lauren or Rolex, I’d be more than a little miffed.
Here are some popular Turkish and specifically Istanbul scams.
They vary in severity with a couple of them very much able to leave tourists financially so far up shit creek that it’s turned into a gushing shit river of fury, full of angry rapids and 4-meter crocodiles.
Ask anybody who’s been overseas to one of the scammer hotspots of the world, and they will tell you just how easy it is to get ripped off by a well-practiced con-artist. I’m going to talk specifically about Turkey since it’s where I just happen to be as I write this post. Did you enjoy a truly epic night of Sultan like luxury, sip fine Persian wine off the bellies of harlots in an ancient harem filled with peacock feather waving belly dancing virgins? You probably just got ripped off by some unscrupulous bastard of a shop owner, merchant, con-artist or fraudster in one of the many Istanbul scams. I totally got ripped off in Turkey, you can read about all of that, plus how I got my money back in the next post but don’t skip ahead yet, read this one first!