Curiosity killed the cat

I was wandering around Vientiane, capital of Laos (it has almost nothing really interesting by the way), maybe a bit confused due to the new driving side (here the cars drive on the normal side, on the right), when that nice woman in her fifties waved at me and we started to chat away. She was from Malaysia and her daughter would travel to Spain to study (what a coincidence!). She was a bit worried about her because it was a totally different world and she wanted to know more about it. Her uncle joined us (she was meeting him) and they invited me to a drink in a terrace. After a nice chat they offered me to have lunch with them so that I could talk to her daughter/grandniece and give her some advises. Sure! Why not? It was a great opportunity to meet new people.

They called a tuk-tuk and we went to their house. A maid or a helpful relative welcomed us and then the uncle’s brother showed up with a permanent smile smile He also talked me about her grandniece and how worried was her mother. I told him a bit about the Spanish culture:

Nothing to worry about, just the pickpockets! Hahaha

And about Mallorca:

Beach is invaded by Germans, but inland is more local.
+ Beach?
Oh… Don’t you know where Mallorca is? Look — showing them a map in my mobile —, it’s that island.
+ Ah, it’s an island!
Yes! — what the fuck are these people thinking about? Their girl is going there and they don’t know it?

I told him what my travel was about and that I was looking for temporal jobs while I was traveling to get some money to keep going so I’d probably stop for a while in Cambodia. Visa is easy to get there.

+ Really? I’m working in a ferry in Cambodian coast and you might be working there — coincidence!
Seriously? That would be amazing!
+ I work as a pit-boss in the casino — uhhh —, so I could teach you some cards tricks and when you come to visit me just come inside through the VIP entrance — sure —. We can work together there, what do you think about that? — What the fuck? I’m not going to visit you and work scamming people in a casino. But… let’s see where is all this going, I’m curious about those tricks grin
Sure! Why not?

We went up to the first floor and the pit-boss was teaching me some tricks about when to bet in Blackjack and gestures to tell me when I had to ask for cards and when not during the game.
He explained me that bets were normally with $5000 and he would give me that money to play in his table — imagine here my best face of WTF!!? —, but since I was a beginner he would give me only $200 so it wouldn’t be a real problem in case of I lose all that money — $200 or $1, you’re freaking out if you think I’m going to bet anything. He also told me that the first games would be played by his brother and I would only watch so I could learn.

Then he talked about one of his customers, a man from Singapore working with jewelery, gold and silver. He would probably come to have lunch with us and I could stay watching how they play — that’s weird. I just had to say that his brother was my tourist guide — sure, sure, whatever.
To my astonishment, oh what a coincidence, the maid knocked the door and announced a visitor. He was the customer from Singapore. In that moment my previous excitement about meeting new people completely disappeared and my scatterbrain understood what was happening there.

Great. So I’m not the one supposed to scam rich people in a ferry when I hypothetically visit him, but the one who is going to be scammed is me, here and now. Ok, too far. It’s time to run off!

After introductions the guy just sat down to play and gave the pit-boss a bankroll which pretended to be $2000 — yeah, sure — and the latter wrote down in a shabby piece of paper the round balance: in one side the Singaporean guy with $2000 and in the other one with $200 his brother and !?me!? fearful cold_sweat Additionally his brother didn’t put the chips in front of him, but between we two (we were sitting together). So I noticeably stepped aside and said that I was not playing, only he was doing it.

The pit-boss, clever guy, said:
+ Oh, you maybe prefer to leave?
Yeah, I think so.

Curiosity satisfied. I took my things and left accompanied by the woman who, before knowing what happened, asked me if I didn’t want to wait for her daughter. When realized she lost her smile. The cards were already on the table.

Whenever somebody tells me “Curiosity killed the cat” I always reply something I learned from my brother: “but saved the rat” (in English would be more correct to say “but satisfaction brought him back”).
However, sometimes it’s better to be careful just in case you’re the cat instead of the rat.

Coming back to the hostel I found a couple of cards laying on the ground. Now I keep them always with me as a reminder of the fact that appearances delude and that one can still trust people but must take care and don’t be reckless, even wanting to open up or meet new people.


P.S. (13/08/2015): In Phnom Penh, capital of Cambodia, several times similar people stop me, normally women or couples. I’m glad I lived this experience before (and it end up happily) because now I’m able to notice the scam attempt from miles away.

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