I will never haggle like a Filipino Growing up in Africa, I had plenty of opportunities to observe my parents negotiating down the price of everything from fruit and vegetables, to decorative woodcarvings and even (ahem) speeding tickets.
Sure, I can get a few dollars off the price of some tourist souvenirs in the market and maybe even bargain down my overnight bus ticket a little, but I’m no match for Kach.
For Kach, everything is a potential discount, matter how small.
If you harbour romantic fantasies of falling in love with a Mayan – good luck.
They haven’t managed to resist integration for centuries by sleeping with the first white face to come along.
One thing that shocked me, however, was the choice of breakfast food.