After the last interview of the day we decided to go take a look at Greenhills market and leave the office a little earlier than the other days. We took a taxi to our hotel, changed to some other clothing, got rid of our laptops and found another taxi for Greenhills. The driver didn’t really understand what we were saying and replied “greenfield?” a couple of times before he nodded and started to drive. By second thought it could’ve been a little risky since we aren’t familiar with that side of town (well… I don’t know if we’re familiar with any part of town), and he could drive in the complete opposite direction without we would notice. Since the traffic was rather heavy we sat in the taxi for some time. Some were more or less asleep when one (no need to mention any names…) suddenly started: “what if he’s driving us to his 20 friends and they’ll all beat us up”. The feeling in the taxi became a bit tenser and another one replied: “That’s some sick shit to say!” (translated from: “Det er sygt sagt det der!”). A few minutes later the doubts were gone as we saw a large Greenhills sign rise next to the road. We would later realize that doubt and questions of people’s motives had just begun.When we arrived at Greenhills we didn’t really know what to expect. We’d heard about the market and how you should bargain about the price and watch your walletJ. The mall was a mix of actual shops and small stands. The center is a weird combination of electronics, clothing and jewelry. We used quite a bit of time figuring out, which stands were actual selling the genuine brands and which were trying to sell copies as real ones.
What made Greenhills interesting from our point of view was the special atmosphere, which is tense, because people are constantly approaching you. Furthermore they are using more radical selling technics than the common Danish ones. “Hello mister, you are so handsome.” and while one of us was buying a soccer jersey one of the shop assistants said: “you are so sexy”. J Which of course boosted our self-esteem? But even with our enhanced confidence we didn’t manage to make a good bargain.
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| Taking measurements at the tailor. Tue was actually offered a position as a model. |
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After the last interview of the day we decided to go take a look at Greenhills market and leave the office a little earlier than the other days. We took a taxi to our hotel, changed to some other clothing, got rid of our laptops and found another taxi for Greenhills. The driver didn’t really understand what we were saying and replied “greenfield?” a couple of times before he nodded and started to drive. By second thought it could’ve been a little risky since we aren’t familiar with that side of town (well… I don’t know if we’re familiar with any part of town), and he could drive in the complete opposite direction without we would notice. Since the traffic was rather heavy we sat in the taxi for some time. Some were more or less asleep when one (no need to mention any names…) suddenly started: “what if he’s driving us to his 20 friends and they’ll all beat us up”. The feeling in the taxi became a bit tenser and another one replied: “That’s some sick shit to say!” (translated from: “Det er sygt sagt det der!”). A few minutes later the doubts were gone as we saw a large Greenhills sign rise next to the road. We would later realize that doubt and questions of people’s motives had just begun.
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