A wee word on haggling

Do not cause a fight between two local traders. It’s not a pretty sight nor sound. Myself and my haggling comrade started the day with (few) British morals and boundaries, and left with none. Going in at shameful prices to be met, we were chased down the street, embraced at and cast away from stalls. It’s addictive. My name is Caroline and I’m a haggling addict.

A wise blogging man once told me to think of the reader, well reader we were thinking of you the whole time we haggled hard. Gifts and delights coming your way on my return.

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I have bought you guys chicken and vegetables

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I am shipping a load of bananas and soy sauce back.