Most of you guys, that have known me for the past 9 years on here (and those that have known me for the 12 years outside of the forum), know that I'm a guy that's not gonna be happy here for a lifetime. They, the ol' powers that be, could legalize god's lettuce and I'd still not be ship shape. I almost moved to China a little while back, but me old mucker Pharvey put me off that idea somewhat. After further research, I thank him for his insight into the country.
So today it was finalized. At around 6ish in the evening, on November 7th, I will be home again.
It's been a hell of a ride. I'm surprised that I, a loose cannon, managed to get through 12 years to be fair. People as 'up and down' as myself are usually chewed up and spat out within a year, never mind a decade... so that's something. I came here potless, on a business class ticket, a few days before my 21st birthday. I'm leaving here, potless, a few months after my 33rd birthday. I'm sure I'll be back, but it'll be for holiday purposes only.
I simply can't handle...
* being an alien.
* the fact that I could be kicked out of the country at the whim of an ignorant xenophobic.
* working for 'precious' people who can't handle criticism.
* the dirt, rubbish and pollution.
* the increasing level of street dogs once again in Hua Hin.
* blah blah blah etc etc.
I'm moving from the place of the mysterious 'jumping off balcony farangs' to the 'happiest place in the UK', Harrogate. I'm used to switching between each polar extreme so this suits me to a tee.
So...
What to expect after 12 years away?
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