Another chapter in the Case of the Naïve Foreigner

The following is the short version - believe it or not - of my latest chapter in my stupid naive foreigner story - this case is a car-purchase.

My friend Dave told me that my 20 year old Toyota Forerunner (which I named Pula) that I bought a year ago would not make it long and once it went, it would stay “went.”  He worried that I would get stuck somewhere in my exploration of Palawan, and said that Pula (‘red’ in Tagalog) just wasn’t reliable.  I think Pula was outraged because she made a popping noise and then just stopped soon after that in the driveway.  I took trikes for several days before my friend Edgar, a mechanic came over – and fixed Pula with the simple tightening of the battery cables.  Pula idles hard and shakes her screws loose often – I know from that description that it seems like we belong together, but I’m not a mechanic and thought I’d start looking for a car.

Folks at work told me I could get a new car for about 1.2M and that I could finance it.  1.2M is about $30K US…and I didn’t want to pay that much.  But….I should have  asked around more instead of shopping as I would at home for a 2^nd hand car…online. 
 (#1 naivetee:  Thinking that things would be similar since these were both good online car ‘dealerships’). 

 I saw a good deal and messaged the guy – with the last name of Marcos – did I really want to buy a car from a guy named Marcos I thought?   Haha – if only the name Marcos was as bad as this escapade would get!

He said he would meet me the next day, November 21st at 2pm.  I walked down the street and stood waiting in the sun for over an hour, texting him. Where was he?  I returned home at 3:45, stripped off my sweaty clothes and texted him to forget it.  Next thing I knew I heard “tao, po” announcing his presence and I went to the door to see Marcos standing there.  

I should have stuck by my guns, but texted Dave, who was going to check the car out – and he said to come on over.  The set up was weird when we arrived to the car – there was a couple standing by the car and another two men in the car.  The couple agreed to drive with me to Dave’s in Mangingisda – 40 minutes away.  This was a big car – a black Fortuner and it seemed to run smoothly and powerfully – best of all the A/C was great (Pula lacked any A/C oomph).  We got to Dave’s and he had a computer scanner, hooked it up and said he couldn’t find anything bad on it.  Tried out several things and talked with the couple, who were so nice - their story was that they were from Bataraza and that they had lost 20M when the husband had tried to be elected as mayor.  They lost everything and moved up here to Puerto.  Now they were selling this car.  I remarked that I had been lied to here and they said that this transaction would show me that there were honest Filipinos.  The husband said that only his wife and daughter had driven the car and that it had only been used around town. 

We drove back and I noticed that the yellow malfunction light had come on and there was a loud rattle in the dashboard as well.  I told them I couldn’t accept the car with the malfunction light, even though they swore the engine was fine - so they agreed to fix it. I assumed they were the parents of the young man Marcos. 

The next day the original Marcos texted to see if I wanted to proceed.  I should have at least screamed, “Don’t push me!”  but of course didn’t – I always have had a problem setting boundaries, and I fell back on my default of ‘whatever the other guy wants.’  It was listed for 740K and I  countered with 700K – but recalled that I didn’t have 700K in my bank account here.  Three days later they texted me with their real names and I found that Marcos had nothing to do with the car except that he listed it for them - Mr and Mrs. "A" are the owners.

(#2 naivete:  WHY do you think they did that Debra!?  Because it is the custom?  NO! To HIDE their names for heaven’s sake!)   

They agreed to 500K now and 200K as soon as I could get it – I looked like an honest (read that as naive, extremely gullible and dumb) foreigner I’m sure. I frantically skyped my friend Liz to wire me $6,000 from the states - that has its own story about the limits to wiring money and the hoops one has to go through.

Mr. “A” texts that  they will bring the car to me – and they eventually do – but then say as they are about to give it to me that the A/C is not working well and they will take it to the Toyota dealer to fix that and the yellow light.   WHAT?  Why didn’t you just keep it then?    Within a couple hours he texts that Toyota needs 2 days to fix the A/C and that he will also check the brakes.  A week after we first met, he says he has picked up the car and that, “thanks god” everything, including the light, is fine.

We meet at the mall and complete the transaction and they depart to their lawyer to draw up the Deed.  

(#3 naivete:  are you kidding?   I gave them over $10,000 as a down payment with nothing more than their word?) 

However, they didn’t put in the Deed that they needed to fix the light. Me? I’m in my default mode, remember – plus, I don’t want to look like the ugly American.

Another glitch: a week after the test drive, I receive an email from Marcos – the lister:

Good Evening po maam. Ask Lang ? You have already paid the car ? Because I have a percent in that car . The owner said you did not fully paid the car. email me if you buy that car at the price . fully paid or deposit only ? Because i need the Money . i have to travel to Malaysia on december 5.

Good grief, now I'm feeling used – I send a nasty reply and tell him I have no problem taking this to court if I am screwed with – and I also copy the owner.

I ask Mr/Mrs A. to go to transfer the title and register the car to me and Mr. A meets me at the Land Transportation Office (LTO), but, oops – the car hadn’t been cleared with the Highway Patrol.  My friend Jane had said, “why are you running all around doing this?  They should deliver everything to you in working order.”  Umm…because, as my husband used to whistle from the musical “Oklahoma,”  I’m Just a Girl Who Can’t Say No.  Jeez Louise.

A little worrisome to me were the many obviously Muslim men we passed in the street near the LTO who were exceedingly deferential to this man.  We drive 30 minutes to Tiniguiban to the Highway Patrol and I meet the new head of the Provincial Police – who had on very shiny shoes and was very dapper.  He seemed to know the owner and I was introduced to several officers.  At the end of the fairly thorough inspection (for engine ID numbers and such), the owner tells me to pay 2200 pesos to the highway patrol inspector and he would finish the filing of the papers (of course later I understand that the seller should have paid for that).  With the head of the provincial police standing right in front of me, why would I (the naïve foreigner) think that was a problem?  The guy would file everything and return the papers to me, right?  Wrong.

By this time I had googled this seller’s name and had a heart palpitation – yes, he had challenged the mayor in the election – and their two camps had killed several people…each claiming it was the other’s fault.  Shit oh Shit.  Now we are Beyond the Naïve Foreigner.

My friend Edgar grew up in Cotobato in Mindanao and was very worried now that he knew I was buying from Muslims.  I chastised him for being racially biased (naïve again), but now think that we act how we are raised – and Christians and Muslims are raised in a war zone in Mindanao, and are enemies in most of the Philippines. 

So now I’m worried – and advise my landlord, friend Jane to have the property guard be on the lookout – but not only that, tucked in the back of the glove compartment I uncrumple a receipt for the previous 3 months rental of the car to a construction company!  Hmm…only his daughter and wife drove the car????        So much for the honest Filipino.

The yellow light is still on and it’s now December 3^rd – we both deliver the car to Toyota and, now that the registration is in my name (but not finalized with a signature from LTO), Mr. A instructs them to call us both to say what the problem is.  But, I don’t hear anything, and Toyota (where his niece is the one we are dealing with) calls him and gives him the car on December 5^th.   He tells me that the papers are at LTO and that there is a buyer if I don’t want the car.  My response is that I do not want the car – that every day a new issue pops up and I want the 500K back.

#4 – How naïve can you be?  Of COURSE they already spent the 500K I paid them 

(on their first van that they are renting to a mining company).  They will not refund my money and want the other 200K to buy a 2nd van.  Nor will they give me the car.  I told them I would pay them the 200K when the car is fixed and not before. 

All the seller gives me is a photocopy of the title – the chief of LTO supposedly was out on vacation and the title is not signed, which it must be to be valid.  According to seller, LTO has the deed and paperwork.  As I found out later – he has everything and has had it the entire time!  When I visit LTO with someone from Palawan Pawnshop where I work, LTO tells me that they do not have the papers but the seller does – so now I have no papers, no car and no money.  What a mess.

On December 4^th he texts me, “I have already the car and I just finished driving...well in good as far as I’ve observed”    But, he picked up the car because he intended to keep it.

On the 5^th we agree to meet at 4pm and I ask Edgar to accompany me since he knows mechanics and is fluent in Tagalog (there is a myth that everyone in the Philippines speaks English - which is as true as I speak fluent Tagalog) .  But when we arrive at 4pm, no one is there – a 4:15 text says that he has taken his family to the market!  

I ask to speak to the mechanic and his niece says that is not allowed.  I tell her that I am the legal owner of the car – not her uncle and that forgive me for saying, but she has a conflict of interest – and I will not leave until I speak to the mechanic.  

The mechanic is a girl!  I loved that part – she tells me that the brakes are not safe and need fixing and that I should be very careful purchasing this car (stupid, stupid, stupid Debra!).  She also says that the reason there is no history on the car is that it was erased – and you have to do that on purpose (honesty shining through again) - when the seller took out the transmission to repair a problem with the reverse….say what????   We are far beyond naivetee at this point and submerged in lies.

Mr. A and I text and agree to meet at Toyota the following day.  He and his wife and I talk and work things out – until I ask for the keys – a heated argument ensues…and I mean heated – when he refuses to give me the keys.  We agree that the car will remain at Toyota and neither of us will take it (I call twice during the time to check that it is still there).  I storm off and vow to myself not to deal with him alone again. 

Mr. A finally places an order at Toyota for the yellow light sensor with a partial payment of the 12K price, but intervening Typhoon Ruby delays that part – and when it arrives, it is the wrong part.  When Toyota calls Manila, they say that they will have to order the part from Japan and that it will take 3 months.  Really????  

At this point he texts and asks what I want to do.  I tell him that I have instructed the mechanic to do the other work while we wait for the part.  He responds, “We are ready to return your money on Monday.”   I say – great and we make a date for 3pm.  

But, by this point I know I am way out of my league and I ask my friend Angie, wife of city counselor Matt, for help; she says Matt can go with me and to also get a lawyer – the more witnesses the better.

As another hilarious twist, she says that she thinks this is her sister Melanie’s old car and that they drove it back and forth to San Vicente – so it is not a city car.  This in fact turns out to be that car.  Not sure I can take more of these oddities.  But, on Sunday, Angie’s mother dies and things fall through the cracks a bit.

On Monday I enlist the help of my friend who is the lawyer for PPS, we write a Deed of sale back to the original sellers and he will meet me at Toyota to meet with them at 3pm.    

But, Mr. A texts to say only his wife is coming:  “Good morning!  My wife and my eldest daughter will see you at Toyoa this afternoon.  We would like to say Sorry for the lapses and unavoidable circumstances we have had..we hope and pray that you can see them and solve the things peacefully. Tnx n Godbless!”  

He also texts: “The Orig title of the black Car was handed to my wife by the one who processed the transfer so you may have it ths afternoon at Toyota Center..tnx tnx n Fyi”       Direct lie versus LTO... I am sooooo sick of people lying to me. 
  

And, as soon as she shows up, she says they do not have the money.  My attorney friend knows her daughter, so a connection is made - he asks when they will pay me – January 6^th she says, after they are paid 1million for construction work.  And, there is at least some progress – they will “allow” me to use the car.  So, at least I have something.  She keeps the papers but shows me a signature on the title – and says that the chief signed it.  I say that is strange because I was at LTO that very afternoon and they told me that it had not cleared.  In any case, I have the car, and drop her at home and leave, vowing never to deal with them again and to rely on the attorney.  It is now December 15th.

On Christmas morning I eat brunch at Aziza Hotel and leave the car there for 2 nights while I go with friends to Sabang.  Upon return, the car would not start - the battery cables having been disconnected so that the battery was dead.  You can only access the hood release from the inside and need a key – and it is in a small, guarded hotel lot.  The back left tire also was flat and there were scratches on the right side.  Too much coincidence for me.  I fixed the battery and used the car for another week.

This text greeted me on the 5^th:  “Blessed Morning and Happy New Year po!  We would like to ask for an apology that we cannot return your 500k instead we are offering you to have discount of the Car for you to fix whatever you want and possible…maybe if you have time ths afternun we better se each other at Atty D's law office for better solution Tnx n more power  "A" family.”

I did not know that he had already met with MY attorney – so weird.  And my attorney did not tell me outright either…even weirder.  I told the attorney that I would give them 100K more and that would be all – the seller agreed and I dropped off the money to the attorney's office – on my way to check in at Adventist for my surgery.

WHAT a FIASCO.  I will NEVER trust anyone here again.  Giving them all the benefit of the doubt, there is simply a different definition of honesty here – and many times the ends justify the means. More than angry, I am just so disappointed with people here and really wonder how this world will ever survive.

So – I am now slightly worried not only that they might scratch my very distinctive black car when they see it – but also that compadres of the people who were killed in the mayoral race will have an ax to grind.  I’m thinking of painting something on the car to let them know it has changed hands:  THIS IS DEBRA’S CAR NOW – SHE BOUGHT IT IN JANUARY – PLEASE LEAVE US ALONE.

So, I am now the not-so-proud owner of a 2006 (not 2007 as they listed it) Toyota Fortuner.

Hay naku!