Witness my wife being pickpocketed – it makes an interesting picture.

P0000181, originally uploaded by Mic2006.
Every type of unusual item can be found in the “Mercado Central” ā Peruvian ponchos, cheap yellow plastic rain coats, pigās heads, cowās feet, leather belts and wind chimes. Situated just to the edge of San Joseās downtown core it is well worth a visit but ā keep your wallet close ā the pickpockets swarm as thick as flies.
Admittedly, we had been warned but feeling invincible with my money belt tucked across my belly (gave me the appearance of a really beefy beer drinker) we wandered in to the foray.
For reassurance I rubbed the secret stash from time to time and glumly followed Maggie around as she nosed into the various heaps of bric-a-brac looking for trinkets. At a vegetable stall she found tomatoes at half the price that you could buy them at the convenience store across from the Melia (our Hotel). Absent mindedly I stood some distance off wishing she would hurry ā I am not a big one for shopping. Two young guys who were running the store had not noticed me and the smaller, sharper one called out quite loudly to the other – āEngliseā, quite literally meaning a tourist but more practically implying, āstupid dopeā or āeasy markā.
Maggie wanders around our home town with her backpack hanging open, no doubt losing things from time to time. It would appear that she had continued this habit here in the Mercado Central ā a practice that was akin to slopping great heaping piles of fish guts into shark infested waters. We were immediately identified as a meal ticket. I could see a pouch on the back of Maggieās day pack where the buckle was loose and a wad of untended postcards hung out as a signal to would-be pickpockets, āEasy pickings hereā.
The smaller stall tenderās hand shot out at the pack with the speed of a viper strike ā no luck, a better angle would be required, and he maneuvered around for a second attempt. Working in tandem the larger, more placid looking stall tender drew Maggieās attention. He stood squarely in front of her mumbling something and she straining to understand what he was saying.
I was already moving in for a defensive block, Maggie was still oblivious. She bent over to look for ripe tomatoes. The two conspirators exchanged gleeful glances; they were by all appearances a well practiced team. Sudden shock as I pushed the predator away, the stall attendant immediately changed his demeanor back to dutiful sales man once discovered. They were by appearances only teenagers. I suppose they were just doing what was expected in a world of limited opportunity. No hard feelings on my part. The viper had melted back into the crowd and we bartered for tomatoes. Jeeeze this guy is not so bad, āPicture?ā I asked. Compliantly he posed with Maggie just behind.
You might see by the picture that no sooner had I raised my camera than āthe stealthy oneā slid back for another attempt at Maggieās pack (see his foot to the bottom right of the picture). Pretty brazen dont you think? We left so as not to tempt fate any further. Consider that while I am watching Maggie, who is watching me?
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