I have just arrived in Hanoi so not much yet to say about Vietnam.
On the plane, 30 min before landing Saigon, when we would normally be preparing to land, they played this announcement:
"Attention all passengers. We need to perform an emergency ditching. Please return to your seats immediately and remain calm."
She had a dulcet English accent with a calming timbre that demanded "Please people. No need to panic or scream. Just keep yourselves together as long as possible. Because before long you'll be torn from arsehole to breakfast."
I looked around this fairly empty flight and made eye contact with some other passengers. We communicated via a series of eyebrow raises and taciturn shoulder shrugs: outwardly trying to appear nonplussed while inwardly doing the math. Amused but not alarmed but OK maybe a tad alarmed if truth be told would be the best description of our reaction.
Then a couple of minutes later the dulcet English had ceded to marked Vietnamese:
"Dear passenger. Execute me. We play wrong message. Thank you."
" You're welcome." I mumbled under my breath while mentally unfurling myself from an internal foetal brace and she continued her message with a "Please prepare for landing."
