I was leaving - I took the car to Upper Nazareth to a car market, and a Muslim man from one of the surrounding villages, agreed a price with me, and came the next day to collect it.
When he arrived he wanted to give me less than what we had agreed, a lesson in bartering.
After more squabbling he drove the car away, and handed over the money.
Fortunately by then I was staying in a convent hotel - he could not get in.
The next day we left.