I tried to walk back to our hotel with these guys, but I screwed up...I went the wrong way. So I got in a cab to go back to my hotel, and 5 yuan later, my cell phone had been left inside and I didn't have a receipt. I went inside my hotel and tried for thirty minutes, passing the phone back and forth between me and the receptionist, to get them to ask over the radio who just dropped a foreigner off at my hotel, but they refused. Then I called my own cell phone, and one the second try the cabbie answered. I asked him to come back and he said ok, then some other stuff I didn't understand, to which I replied I'd give him some money for his troubles. I was planning to give him about 20 yuan, around 4 times the base cab rate, which seemed more than fair. After about 15 minutes he returned with his face completely changed and demanded 300 yuan ($38) to give me back my own cell phone. I yelled and yelled and eventually, for some reason, he said we should go inside and talk with the receptionist, as if she could make me understand why I would pay him more. And, in fact, she was of no help to me (her customer). I ended up paying 80 yuan ($10) for the privelege of getting my own cell phone back. Since then, in all situations, no matter how rushed I am, I always, always, always get a receipt. If you have the receipt, you can call the cab company. If they don't help, you can call the police, which usually just the threat of can scare any cabbie straight. But without a ticket (and when the cabbie returned, he took off his medallion so I couldn't figure out the cab number) I was more or less helpless. I was told it could be worse, other folks had just had their phones stolen straight out (and mine later would be in about a month), but nevertheless after this I cursed Chengde as full of cheats. The vendors trying to sell us tea and water at sky-high prices just furthered my distaste for everyone in the town except the folks I met at the dance hall.
EAP China! Robert Klein.