There’s no bargaining with my wife

For me, one of the joys of going abroad is bargaining with the local sellers. They name an extortionate price; I make an insulting counteroffer; they threaten to walk away; I increase my offer by a fractional amount; they accuse me of not being serious, then name a price that’s fractionally lower than their opening bid, accompanied by elaborate hand gestures to indicate this is their absolute final offer; now it’s my turn to start walking away; and so on, until eventually we arrive at a mutually agreeable price that leaves us both feeling we’ve got the better of one another. In reality, of course, I’ve been ripped off, but I can tell myself I’ve struck a tremendous bargain.

Unfortunately, Caroline takes a different view. She believes the great benefit of foreign travel is that it often involves a transfer of wealth from the haves to the have-nots. A successful holiday means plenty of opportunities to hand over money to hotel owners, taxi drivers, restaurateurs, tour guides and – yes – local vendors.