Cuts

After a meal at my favourite restaurant in Saigon, we stopped for a drink in District 10. We were sat at a little table by the road-side next to two tables full of Vietnamese men drinking. They welcomed us, said cheers with their beer and were very friendly. After a little while and completely out of nowhere, one of the men at the next table stood up angrily and using every bit of force he could, threw down his beer glass on to the table, vaguely directed at one of the other men. The glass exploded on the table and I was hit by dozens of tiny pieces of glass shrapnel. My hands and legs immediately started to bleed as the man was escorted away (after briefly apologising to me).

I was then suddenly surrounded by women from the massage place next door and dragged in there to sit down where about six of them picked out the pieces of glass, cleaned my cuts and stopped the bleeding using tobacco from their cigarettes. They then used iodine and continued fussing over me (speaking no English). A few of the men came in to check on me and kept saying sorry (although not the guy who threw the glass, he was long-gone). They also paid for our drinks but that was probably only 50p.

Some of the cuts are quite deep but nothing serious. It was an interesting experience!