Expat Stories

It was my first year working at my university and my 2nd year in Thailand. I was just getting used to my new University and becoming familiar with my students and my co-teachers. My students, all of whom were between eighteen and twenty-two, with some classes having students aged up to forty, were very flirtatious when they met me. I was getting asked questions by my female students, especially the hot and eager ones, que...

I was flying into Shanghai for a business conference and still felt like shit from the giardia I contracted on the last leg of my hiking trip through Nepal. Not to mention that I was shaken by the turbulent ride over the Himalayas, having watched the snowy peaks of the mountains, like a bed of nails below us, as the plane’s cabin violently shook, and passengers screamed. The plane sliced in through the smog, and several p...

There were two bars to choose from on this little Caribbean island: the tiny one on the beach and the slightly bigger one across the street. That was called the Journeyman, and it was where I used to go not just in the evening, but sometimes for breakfast.It was owned by a thin, unhealthy-looking Danish woman who probably thought of herself as responsibly slim in a new-age way. The polar opposite of her was the larger of...