We met a nice mug victim from Norway (great to find people with similar interests).
Apparently South America is the place if you like guns up your face.

We also hooked up with two Kiwis at the Saigon Airport
(we have gone pros Airport stalking people).

Also I found out during dinner that my name means “Pineapple” in Vietnamese. A group of girls asked my name and replied “Aah. Pineapple!” in chorus when they found out that my name was Tom.

At night I encountered another Kiwi. A male one. They are not at all as humble and cute as the female ones. And quite territorial as well. Strange creature…

The guy just started shouting at me when I talked to this girl. This is a short version of our flip out conversation.

Kiwi stampede out from club:
“Why are you raising your voice to hear?!”

Tom:
”Eeh, what? You know, we are standing hear talking?”

Kiwi:
”I don’t know how you do in your country but here you don’t treat women like this!”

Tom being smart:
”Oh, I see. You don’t talk to girls here?”

Kiwi mumbles something inaudible and turns to girl instead:
”I just want you to know. We back you up to 110%. You do what you want. All in the restaurant will back you up. Back you up you know.”

Girl concerned of having a 42 old, 105 kilos solid guy over her:
”eh…… alright?”

It went on for this another five minutes.  With some pokes here and there. And speeches of course. Lots of speeches about how I behave, that I was not in Sweden/Switzerland and about the morale of a Kiwi.

The weirdest thing is that during the yelling and jostling he would stop several times and pour beer into my glass. He even took his friends beer and gave it to me.

After a while he got tired of yelling at me and started to talk to my German friend Uli instead. Dropped his pants to the floor and showed his tattoos. Me and the girl were free to go.

Unfortunately I don’t have a picture of him. I don’t know and certainly don’t want to find out how Kiwis reacts to photos.

Bottom line.
I guess these things happen when you try to dry out a Silja Line ferry by your own. Or it’s just the way male Kiwis behave. I guess we have to go to New Zealand to find out for sure…

I don't know why, but the whole scenario reminds me of this song. Can't get it out of my head.