At the end of our tethers
Trip Start
May 07, 2003
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Trip End
Sep 05, 2005
Shithole,
Vietnam
Tuesday, July 5, 2005
Chris had a china plate thrown at him in the street the other day.
As I was returning to my hotel, a lady suddenly turned into a state of incandescant rage as soon as she saw me. She starting raving and screeching in the street in broad-daylight. Other Vietnamese stood laughing and pointing while this woman with a bright red face and eyeballs almost exploding out of their sockets screeched insults at me in Vietnamese. She continued as I walked the entire length of the street, some 100m later, she was still rooted to the spot, barking and pointing at me, most probably bursting umpteen blood vessels in the process. I had never seen this woman before, nor since.
While enjoying a few beers with the lads the other night in town, we were all sitting quietly having a banter. This guy, some expat twat, on the other side of the bar, suddenly lashes out and lamps this Vietnamese girl in the face, he smashes up some huge display bottles on the bar, then BITES this English girl hard on the arm. She was left with a deep purple bitemark. The top Stoke lads we were with, being a bit handy, took him outside to teach him some respect. They kicked seven bells out of him and some sense into him - twas highly enjoyable. The guy's mate however was somehow trying to justify arseholes' desire to smash up the bar and attack two women - "Ah he's been living in Hanoi for too long. It sends you like that". It seemed to be a perfectly acceptable incident to these fucking cocksuckers - just because they live in this horrible place.
I went to meet my mate Linda from Nha Trang when she got here. She told me what hotel she was in and I went to try and find her. There was no trace of the Irish party animal however. When I met up with her in another hotel she told me this story: some American guy had been arguing with the manager of the hotel. The manager then attacked the Yank. He wrapped a curtain round his head, then kicked the living daylights out of him; he also slashed his face and arm open with a knife. Linda quite obviously didn't want to be in a hotel where the guy that runs it is a psychopath! I would hope now that this lunatic from the, The Green City Hotel, has the full wrath and might of the American Embassy weighing down on him - but in Vietnam, I doubt it.
I just went out for breakfast. I was hassled by 47 people.
Yesterday I finally got my Russian visa, so will be heading for Yunnan in China PRONTO! Crossing that border will be one of the most enjoyable moments of my life. Chris of-course was refused by the burocratic baw heeds so devastatingly now needs to break the 'no-flying' rule and head to Hong Kong to get his sorted. At least we're now both getting the hell out of this place I've renamed quite simply - Shithole!
