Huh?

By my last day in Tumbes, I was ready to go. There was an extra spring in my step as I was looking forward to getting back to the big city. I left the office at 6pm, and hopped in a moto taxi to grab a quick bite before the plane. We get to the restaurant and I get out and pay the driver. I thought I heard a guy walking by say "Chino" but I paid it no mind as I often misunderstand what people are saying. I pay the taxi and glance over my shoulder and see the guy, sketchy looking, about my age. He says it again "Chino."

I know what's coming.

"Que?"

"Venga." He tells me to come here.

"No. Por que?" I try to sound annoyed.

I start walking away and he calls me one more time and walks up to me.

"Chino"

"Que???"

He showed me the scars on his forearms where he cuts himself, quite regularly evidently. This is apparently a sign of deliquency and is probably meant to intimidate. I start walking away.

"Dame un sole." (Gimme a dollar)

"No. Por que? Para que?" I was trying to say "What for?" I don't know if it got across.

"Noo, noo. Amigo." He puts out his hand for me to shake it. I do and he squeezes hard. I squeeze back. "Aahh, fuerte como oso. " he says meaning strong like bear. And then he walks away.

Huh? I wonder if that has ever worked out for him.