Drop IN: Saigon, Pt.3

“I’ll have a sandwich and
whatever he’s having,” says the man above me in a joking manner.
“Please, sit down and
enjoy the day with me,” I reply.
It never fails when
traveling. You’re going to meet people from all walks of life. Across from me
sits an Englishman called David. David has been living in Saigon for over seven
years and has no reason to return to Manchester. He is a man with plenty of
life experience, and he is an excellent storyteller. He’s a bit blue when he
talks, almost sad, but his stories always end on a positive note...usually.
David gets scammed.
“I tried to explain to
the club owner what happened and how I was set up at the other bar. The club
owner gets five or so big blokes, they tie me up with rope, put me on a scooter
and drive me outside of Saigon. Then they kicked the shit out of me.”
David fights the work
bully.
“I can’t get my arms out
of my jacket to fight back, and he’s just beating the fuck out of me, mate.
Eventually I get my jacket off, and I’ve never been in a fight before, just six
months of movement and hitting the mitts. Mate, once I was out of my jacket, I
beat the fuck out of him. I had never been in a real fight before. I was almost
shocked that training for six months had done something. He never bullied me
again.”
David and the mafia.
“I have him in a
headlock, sipping my beer, and waiting for England to score a last-second goal,
when I feel a machete come down on my arm, and then another wack to the other
arm. Blood is squirting. No one is helping me. No one. It dawns on me I’m
fighting with a mafia member.”
We trade off some more
stories before David says his hangover isn’t bothering him anymore. I order
another banh mi and coffee while young backpackers slam their brunch shots of
Jameson and pints of Guinness.
I’m surprised to find out that David paid for my meal without telling me. I never saw him again. I hope he’s creating more happy-ending stories wherever he may be.
Rome Lytton IV
Rome is a world traveler who thrives living a nomadic lifestyle. He spent the last eight years exploring southeast Asia and was promoted to black belt by Dan “Imal” Reid. If you see him on the side of the road with his thumb out, trust the good vibes.
