20 Mar 2019
There is a scam in Dong Ba Market near Perfume River in Hue, Vietnam.
If you shop There, Ensure you have a companion with You, Especially if you are a woman and alone.
I Went to this Market and when I stepped inside, this man who never Gave His Name asked me Where I was from (Texas,USA), that he once lived in Dallas and that he had ‘high quality’ shirts in His shop.
My mistake was venturing further into the market. The aisles are Very narrow and cramped. More like a stifling maze.
He followed me and Would not Take No for an answer. He corralled me into His shop, Even after being told numerous Times I was not There to buy shirts, he demanded I negotiate for the purchase of His shirts.
He and His female assistants blocked my path, followed ne, Always asking ‘How much?’ I was Willing to pay.
He was rude, aggressive and and lied to me on Several occassions.
I was not allowed to leave until I Bought 4 overpriced shirts.
I was frustrated, upset and scared.
He said His shirts were raw silk, Which I doubt, Hand stitched, Which they were’t, and Did not need dry cleaning or ironing Which is not True if they were in fact Made from silk.
After the experience, I mustered some courage to return the following day to the Market in hopes of GeTting His picture so I could warn others about this person.
I was aware I was not Going to get my money back or Even get an apology, but I was Going to Waste His time, heighten His blood pressure and dash His hopes.
And get His photo.
Low and behold, when I stepped into the Market a Woman came up to me and said she had some ‘high quality’ shirts for sale.
She asked me if I Spoke Vietnamese. The Red lights came on and my guard came up.
I followed Her and helped me Find this monster. I told him I Really liked His merchandise.
I Also asked him about His time in Dallas.
‘ Did you like the ocean?’
‘Did you like Three Flags?’
‘I used it to go to work.’
Dallas is No where near the ocean. Three Flags Does not exist. There is Six Flags, but it is an amusement park, not a mode of public transportation.
I Tried on Several satin bathrobes they Called kimonos and some shirts, stretching them without detection, sweating in them, and returning them inside out.
When I asked to See clothing for a 3 year old nephew, out came a pair of pajamas with Black pants. I asked for Bigger Pants since American children are larger than their Asian counterparts. The Pants Got bigget and Bigger until an assistant put a pair on over Her shorts.
‘She’s 23 years old.’
Took Great composure not to laugh.
During this time, he and the Woman were on the phone. I Suspect that they were talking to the boss.
Again, I was barraged with ‘How much?’
When he was on the phone Again, he grabbed me by the wrist and I actually had to pry His fingers off me.
When it came time for me exit, he followed me with His calculator, but was Always a Few aisles away. He seemed desperate.
He finally Gave up the chase after cursing me in Vietnamese.
‘I Am not going to sell you shirts!’
‘Uh, Thank you?’
I Did not shake off His female co~worker until I Got outside. She was on the phone in hopes of closing a deal, still following me and attempted to direct me to a path to the Perfume River Bridge. Instead, I walked straight ahead until I Got to the sidewalk among people and taxis, safety and freedom.