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Oke, yesterday I got back from an amazing trip to some deep bamboe and broadleaf rainforest. We found plenty of wildlife (Although it's difficult to completely satisfy me 
) and explored some hidden minority hilltribe villages. All was going well (Except that it was raining and some the roads were a mess whilst we were driving motorcycles) until on the way back home..
As I was drinking the ice tea that I had just purchased I see my mate John's eyes go wide - a look of shock. I turn around and holy sh*t a cheap mini van screeches to a stop and about seven or eight men with swords come out and start randomly hacking at this one man not five meters away from us.
I turn back to John and say: "John, don't look at them. Let's go - NOW." But John wasn't listening. They did see us, but they had already finished their deed and were back in the car and sped off.
We stayed several more minutes to check the severity of the wounds and make sure that the local bystanders had called the police. The entire bussling little community had done exactly nothing to help. If we had pulled out our cameras or something I may not have had the chance to tell you this story.
He wasn't moving for a long time, was lying in a crumpled heap, and blood was pouring out onto the pavement from somewhere in his darkened clothes, but eventually he stirred and I heard him swearing in a low voice. The man survived the attack (If he made it to the hospital on time) and, according to John, was saved by his belt buckle, which was cut in half. These high-quality stainless steel swords were the length of one of my legs (I'm 1.92m tall), had serated edges, and the tip was curved and very sharp, designed for one thing only - to kill.
The moral of the story is not that you shouldn't go out and explore. By all means, go! But be weary and NEVER try to interfere more than just showing your pressence, because you never know what is going on behind the scenes. Our pressence may have motivated them to leave earlier and not finish the job (Or they were just teaching him a lesson).
In this corrupt society there really is very little that we could have done. We could have gotten the license plate of the car (in retrospect), but when the enforcers of law are the mafia, or at least some part of it, who do you tell? Especially when you are a foreigner in a land with questionable ethics unlike our own. Stay calm and use your brain when in these situations and you should be alright (At least in China).
Have I mentioned that they had $%&@^# swords?!!!
) and explored some hidden minority hilltribe villages. All was going well (Except that it was raining and some the roads were a mess whilst we were driving motorcycles) until on the way back home..As I was drinking the ice tea that I had just purchased I see my mate John's eyes go wide - a look of shock. I turn around and holy sh*t a cheap mini van screeches to a stop and about seven or eight men with swords come out and start randomly hacking at this one man not five meters away from us.
I turn back to John and say: "John, don't look at them. Let's go - NOW." But John wasn't listening. They did see us, but they had already finished their deed and were back in the car and sped off.
We stayed several more minutes to check the severity of the wounds and make sure that the local bystanders had called the police. The entire bussling little community had done exactly nothing to help. If we had pulled out our cameras or something I may not have had the chance to tell you this story.
He wasn't moving for a long time, was lying in a crumpled heap, and blood was pouring out onto the pavement from somewhere in his darkened clothes, but eventually he stirred and I heard him swearing in a low voice. The man survived the attack (If he made it to the hospital on time) and, according to John, was saved by his belt buckle, which was cut in half. These high-quality stainless steel swords were the length of one of my legs (I'm 1.92m tall), had serated edges, and the tip was curved and very sharp, designed for one thing only - to kill.
The moral of the story is not that you shouldn't go out and explore. By all means, go! But be weary and NEVER try to interfere more than just showing your pressence, because you never know what is going on behind the scenes. Our pressence may have motivated them to leave earlier and not finish the job (Or they were just teaching him a lesson).
In this corrupt society there really is very little that we could have done. We could have gotten the license plate of the car (in retrospect), but when the enforcers of law are the mafia, or at least some part of it, who do you tell? Especially when you are a foreigner in a land with questionable ethics unlike our own. Stay calm and use your brain when in these situations and you should be alright (At least in China).
Have I mentioned that they had $%&@^# swords?!!!
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