The BogeymenPosted: June 1, 2012
Having trekked across town on a warm day we arrived at our planned destination, a newly opened cafe. Nodding our approval to each other at the set up and decor, we sat down and opened menus.
A quick chat with the apologetic staff and they told us they’d had other complaints but the owner wanted to make it available, “just in case people wanted it” and it started to fit into place.
Fitting out this new restaurant didn’t come cheap. Behind the bar were bottles and bottles of expensive imported whisky. I can imagine the pangolin eaters, the clientele they had in mind.
They’re the ones with the big SUVs that force your scooter into puddles when it’s raining. They’re the ones that drive right behind you peeping for you to give way when their big cumbersome vehicles can’t possibly negotiate the traffic faster than you can.
They’re the ones who are drunk and loud in otherwise nice restaurants – in big groups chain smoking and shouting at the next table.
They’re the ones who’ll make or break this place. Pangolin on the menu would make it a no go for anyone else but then so would the patronage of these people. Loud, drunk, obnoxious and inconsiderate. They are the embodiment of selfishness in every thing they do.
They are the bogeymen. The people behind most of what is wrong with Vietnam.