Humor

Although these shopping supply runs can be a bit of a pain in the ass, especially the early wake-up call, they also come with some perks. In this town I have seen the most beautiful young ladies I've ever seen in Thailand , anywhere! The eye candy is premium!... Read more.

I'm infected of an illness whose only cure lies in Thailand it seems, my doctor a raven haired temptress with flashing obsidian eyes and a laugh as charming as a small tinkling Buddhist temple bell. I make love to her for medicinal purposes only. For some strange reason my health insurance won't cover my illness and I seem doomed until enough cash is injected into the wallet on my hip and a plane ticket is clutched in my feverish hands. First class on a jumbo jet is my life saving operating amphitheater. ... Read more.

‘Where the hell am I?’ I wonder for a moment, still a bit disoriented. ‘Oh yeah, in the village, in Thailand,’ I remember, mumbling groggily to myself. I always talk to myself at times like these. It's just some moral support for my few remaining brain cells as they struggle to get functioning.

After the prayers we turn to the left and kneel in front of a monk who's sitting on a raised stone platform. The monk has a small bundle of thin branches tied together with some string and a bucket of water ... Read more.

He says, he will keep the vehicle and we have to go three kilometers to the police station to pay 400 Baht. I sigh with depression, as dozens of helmetless Thais roar past us. Norah seems to know the game, hissing from behind: "Ask him if we can pay here!" - "Pay thini, dai mai na khrap?" - Suddenly he is friendly and cooperative. An amout of 200 Baht cash would speed up the process indeed, he suggests. Then he holds his writing block over his hand.

Conchologist or helpless addict? You decide.

...the baby monkey leapt down and charged, all the while screaming blue bloody murder. The children fled in terror. Secretly, I applauded; I had already grown weary of these little brutes. And I was beginning to like the monkey....

Alright, I didn't cut my leg open on coral. I wasn't stung by a jellyfish or devoured by sharks. Neither was I sucked into a dangerous riptide or suffer sunstroke. I just lost my watch. Not the end of the world. The weird thing is, I can't figure out how the hell it happened.

An about me story.

A woman's magazine runs into difficulties interviewing a 'monger and his tilac.

I could have sworn I had just heard the voice of the Lord. The noise of the street faded into the background and I heard it again. I was rooted to the spot.

It took a while but at the age of thirty five, I washed up on the shores of Thailand. I knew almost instantly that when I returned to Farangland it would be as dust in a glass jar.

After months of ‘mai pen rai’ I finally flipped and now something had to be done.