Everyone then went to a nearby abandoned airfield to film an entire segment that never made it to the final cut. Before the shoot,
Explore Indochina was asked to find a 5’8” person to be the “Communist Stig”. One of their team fitted the bill, but we were told he had to ride wheelies. Ultimately, Top Gear shipped in an Aussie kid famous for riding wheelies on motocross bikes. They dressed him as the STIG and put him on a powerful Honda dirt bike. They set up a basic obstacle course to see which bike was the fastest. After completing the cause, the Stig would race towards one of the presenters, skid and stop as close as possible to their crotch. The Vietnamese minders said this was too dangerous. Jezza grumbled because it was his idea. The whole scene was rather pointless because the Minsk was much faster than the 50cc Honda, and none of the bikes could skid. The poor kid no doubt told all his friends he was the Stig, only to have the scene cut.
Meanwhile, clouds were beginning to fill the horizon. Again, there was no lunch, and now the van drivers were angry. Later that night, they threatened to leave the shoot.
The presenters got on their bikes and headed out to Nha Trang. I drove with Rich. It started to rain very heavily so I bought him a raincoat. It was cold, and Rich’s sparkplug cap got wet. I quickly fixed it but then got lost in the complicated streets of Dalat. We eventually regrouped outside Dalat in heavy rain and continued through the pine forest down towards Nha Trang. Jezza and James were very wet and cold. They wore no rain gear and stopped at a roadside shop to dry off. I noticed a clutch cable on the Minsk was about to break, so I asked a local mechanic to fix it. The producers decided to introduce the little 49cc Chaly scooter with an American flag on the tank. It also came with two US flags, an Easy Rider helmet with a US flag painted on it, and a speaker system which played Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the USA”. The Vietnamese minders did not let them use the US flags. From now on, Diep would follow the group on the Chaly, and if any of the presenters had further bike problems, they would have to ride the Chaly. I still have the Easy Rider USA helmet.
We headed off towards Nha Trang at sunset. The road was very scenic, with a long pass down to the coast. Jezza’s Vespa had feeble lights, partly due to the electrical problems and all the silly Quaddaphenia mirrors blocking it. He strapped a torch to his Vespa. Surprisingly, the presenters drove their bikes about 80 km in the dark to Nha Trang, with no filming, which was dangerous. Luckily, it warmed up as they got close to the coast. The cameras only came out for quick shots in Nha Trang’s streets. They reached Nha Trang around 9.30 pm and went straight to the Beach Club to shoot the scene where Jezza gave Rich a large wooden sailing ship.
Many foreign tourists were drinking at the club, and they were all told to keep silent and stay back beyond a perimeter. I was back at the hotel, two streets from the Beach Club, talking to the executive producer, Andy Wilman. It was around midnight when the film crew, tired and hungry, started returning from the Beach Club. In the confusion, understandable at the end of such a long and tiring day, Jezza was left behind and mobbed by the tourists. He had trouble finding the hotel, and when he finally returned, it was just him, myself and Andy in the hotel’s foyer. He was pissed and went straight up to Andy and shouted, “You care more about the crew than me. I’m out of here, you cunt”. Then Jezza spat in Andy’s direction and got in the elevator. Andy was stunned and turned to me and confided that he had been Jezza’s best man twice.
The next day, everyone took an early flight to Danang. The presenters are seen riding to Hoi An in the final show, but this was neither true nor feasible. The van drivers were fed up and left back to Saigon while the truck carried the bikes to Hoi An. At the airport bookstore were some photocopied bootleg books written by Jezza. I showed one to Jezza, who said he’d already read it. I quipped that I had heard it wasn’t very good. On the plane, I sat next to some pretty Dutch girls and told them what was happening and where we would probably have dinner that night.