Kunming, China
Sometimes there is more than meets the eye. This is not about Transformers but about Joseph. Here's why.
I met him in the Green Lake Park in Kunming. He spoke English and was eager to communicate. He was a teacher, he said, very interested in languages. Since I am too (that's why I'm here, right?) it was easy to talk to him. Still, something made my alarm bells go off. Maybe his eagerness, the fact that he stuck around even when I talked to other people. Maybe he seemed to be waiting. But then again, many Chinese are eager to practice their English and/or talk to foreigners, so I talked to him and ignored my suspicions for the time being. He wanted to make friends, he said, so I wanted to give him a chance. Then he suggested going to a tea house and drink some tea and chat. That again made my spider-sense tingle. Stories of girls that take foreign guys to tea houses and serve them astronomical bills reared their heads. But this was a middle-aged man. Would he? We arrived at his friend's tea shop and he began ordering Pu'er and another expensive tea. I dropped the hint that this stuff might be expensive and he just waved it away. So we drank tea with the owner - it felt a bit odd but hey, I've had stranger encounters.
Then a western girl walked past and Joseph recognised her. Hadn't she walked past before I wondered. She greeted him. My friend, he exclaimed, mentioned something like he was making new friends. She continued smiling saying "... and he's a con-man. He'll end up charging you 100 yuan." Had I heard that right. She was still smiling. How had they met? In the same way as me and him, he had picked her up in a park. She repeated her warning then said: "Come let's have a coffee and get to know each other." She got up to leave. I took the hint, excused myself and left. Interestingly, my new "friend" did nothing to stop his new-found friend from leaving so soon.
After leaving she said that "Joseph" was well-known. He had taken her to the same tea shop, promising free tea, then when it was time to leave had confessed he had no money to pay and asked her to pay 100 yuan so that he would not loose face in front of his friend, the owner. She later heard from a colleague - she was working in Kunming - that the same had happened to her, too. People had written about him in forums. He had been active in Lijiang but become too infamous among foreigners there, so he had moved to Kunming for fresh victims. I was shocked. And grateful, too. Rebecca had indeed walked past once, then called her friend and told her what she had seen. Her friend had then told her to go back and get the "poor guy out of there". If not for her I might also be 100 yuan the poorer.
So, no matter how much kindness you've experienced from locals in China not everyone is honest. Sometimes there's more to people than it seems. And if a friendly guy named Joseph invites you for tea in Kunming it might be better to decline. Thanks a lot for bailing me out, Rebecca.