Two youths travelling in Thailand were held at gunpoint by a group of men as they accepted lifts on motorbikes.
Chris Goward, 22, from Northern Ireland, and Jack Brown, 20, from Bristol, had left a bar in the coastal resort town of Krabi.
The pair agreed to go on to a party with the men and rode pillion on bikes.
When they changed their minds, a gun and a knife were pulled on the pair, their family said. They jumped off the bikes and ran into a restaurant.
Police investigate
Workers at the restaurant immediately called the police.
The Foreign Office have confirmed that Thai police are investigating the incident.
Jack Brown's father David Brown, of Somerset, said: "He's only been there a couple of weeks.
"Jack phoned me and told me he as quite upset he had been accosted by some blokes that they had met. "Jack managed to jump off this bike though he damaged part of his leg."
krabi-youths in gunpoint drama
Too true.
I've got on bikes with folk I don't know in the back of beyond up Buriram way. Needless to say, p***** out of my mind.
I'm certain that on one occasion my gold necklace was taken, but I was so far gone I can't be sure.
Even some of us who've been here for some time can get careless when under the influence.
I've got on bikes with folk I don't know in the back of beyond up Buriram way. Needless to say, p***** out of my mind.
I'm certain that on one occasion my gold necklace was taken, but I was so far gone I can't be sure.
Even some of us who've been here for some time can get careless when under the influence.
Hmm - I've been reviewing my past escapades as well, I think that was the wiser and older me talking in the above post.
One of the best nights I can recall, vaguely, (I'm not saying where) was when I couldn't find a bar open and the cabbie offered to take me back to his club (he'd get me in) as it would be the only place open.
He did and I think I was (more) young cattle fodder for the lady owner!!!
A free night in every sense of the word!
Ah, the indiscretions of youth!
Maybe its a case of, "there but for the grace of God go I"?
One of the best nights I can recall, vaguely, (I'm not saying where) was when I couldn't find a bar open and the cabbie offered to take me back to his club (he'd get me in) as it would be the only place open.
He did and I think I was (more) young cattle fodder for the lady owner!!!
A free night in every sense of the word!
Ah, the indiscretions of youth!
Maybe its a case of, "there but for the grace of God go I"?
Talk is cheap