Busted!

Something strange happened yesterday.  We were in Lao Cai right up by the Chinese border waiting for the overnight train back to Hanoi.  We had a few hours to kill and we were keen to find a bathroom that wasn't hazardous, so we went to hang out in a fancy-pants hotel for a while.  It had only been open for a week so I think we were the only people in the building who weren't being paid.  There was a rooftop bar on the tenth floor that we sat in to chat while we sipped a lemon juice.  Party on!

On the way back down, we hit the 'B' button, forgetting that Vietnamese buildings have level 1 on the ground floor.  So 'B' took us to a subterranean lair straight from a 007 film.  The doors slid open, and in front of us was a sinister looking man in a suit, standing in front of a wall of aquariums that were full of exotic and deadly fish.  The man turned in surprise, looked at us, and he stuck his hand into his exquisitely tailored jacket ...

... and the doors slid closed again before he could riddle our bodies with bullets for daring to discover his secret fish-smuggling operation.  Phew!

I'm already writing up a full report for Interpol.