The hustler on the motorbike was getting impatient. He had seen us circling around in our car, and offered to lead us to a parking spot for free, claiming that we were going in the wrong direction. He claimed to be a licensed tourist guide, and I made the mistake of believing him. But he was leading us further and further away from where we wanted to go, and we were getting a distinctly dodgy feeling about the whole thing. So I followed my friend Ding’s advice to stop following him. But he wasn’t one to give up easily, and followed us for more than a kilometre.