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Ryan Hendry is a former detective and lawyer from the UK. He is now a freelance writer living in the Philippines. Ryan has a Filipina partner and hopes to be married to her later in 2016. He has traveled extensively in Asia and is a veteran of the Asian online dating world. He has experienced online, and physically met, some scammers, including unscrupulous ladies from Thailand and the more obvious scammers from Nigeria. Ryan is keen therefore to share his experiences and uses this platform for his blogs as CLM and ALM is committed to hunting down all scammers. Ryan, despite some of his experiences, respects Asian culture, loves Asian food and is now happy in the Philippines!
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International Dating: My Story - My Beautiful Asian Woman    

By Ryan Hendry
1578 Views | 2 Comments | 5/4/2016 2:02:26 PM

The beautiful scenery of Asia matches the beauty of an Asian Woman.

I had time to kill at the airport in Bangkok waiting to connect to my short internal flight to Phuket. I parked my backside on one of those ubiquitous grey honeycombed airport metal benches - they are not built for comfort! There was ample time to change the SIM card in my phone and call Noi. I was nervous as I had never spoken to her before; only communicated by email for the past two months. On dialing her number, the ring tone sounded for a few seconds and my heart was beating faster. What am I doing here? I’m thousands of miles away from home, Britain, and in a strange land. It was my first taste of Asia travel. A slight panic rose in my chest.



“Hello” an exotic sounding voice whispered, softly, gently. The voice of an angel. “Hello” I inanely replied. What else was there to say? I’m English so perhaps I should talk about the weather and warm beer. That’s what the English are known for, right? These thoughts were mere manifestations of my nervousness. They rapidly disappeared on hearing her voice. “Where are you?” said I. “In my room waiting to go to the airport” Noi cooed. “Good. Is the taxi arranged?” was my query.



Part of my planning before departing Britain’s shores was to arrange transport and accommodation at my Phuket destination. I trawled the pages of online travel agencies and finally settled on a three-star hotel in Patong. It had good reviews and was reasonably priced. I made a reservation for the first two weeks of my month I planned to be in Thailand. A further reservation was made for three nights at a luxury beach resort a few miles north of Patong.



Normally, I would have baulked at paying so much money for a hotel no matter how luxurious, but I had air miles to use up. My booking for this hotel was done through the British Airways website so I “paid” for the three nights with my air miles’ balance and added a little real money to complete the booking. I figured that if my future lay in Thailand then I wouldn’t be flying with BA any longer. My first visit to meet Noi in Thailand coincided with her birthday. The luxury hotel was my surprise treat. I had also discussed transport at the airport with Noi prior to my departure. She suggested a taxi and said she would arrange for one to take her to Phuket International Airport, wait there until she met me, then take us both to Patong. Great! All taken care of then.



The short internal flight was smooth as silk. The cabin crew of Thai Airways wear uniforms made of silk and the airline has a Royal Silk class. It made sense. This flight gave me my first glimpses of Thailand. Firstly, on takeoff I was able to see the sprawl of Bangkok below me with its maze of canals, the juxtaposition of concrete housing and green rice fields, the many temples and the thrusting high rise towers of commerce and hotels dotted around the downtown area. I could also see the wide Chao Phraya River looking like a giant silver serpent as it reflected the sunlight. The earlier smog and haze had lifted. 



The descent commenced toward Phuket International Airport and once more my gaze turned downwards toward the ground. It was a breathtaking sight. Spread before my eyes was the most beautiful scenery. There was lake after lake filled with amethyst colored waters. Shooting skywards from the edges of the lakes were the most dramatic limestone cliffs cloaked in luxurious verdant vegetation. It was the typical karst scenery as seen in many parts of Asia. This, however, was my first sighting of this kind of topography. It was a new world to me in more ways than one. I had seen the beauty of nature from the cabin window. It was so different to life in the west.



Now, I looked forward to meeting my Asian beauty, a beautiful Asian woman. In truth I had been excited since my takeoff in London some twenty-seven hours earlier. These new sights and my thoughts of my beautiful Asian woman, Noi, heightened my excitement and my expectations. They also kept me awake.



The flight touched down with a slight bump on the runway and taxied to the small terminal at Phuket. I knew Noi was near. I smiled inwardly. After all, this was the Land of Smiles.



Construction work was in its infancy stages this day I arrived at Phuket International Airport. One day it will resemble all other anodyne identikit modern airports the world over. But on this day, my first on Thai soil, it was a small terminal building possessing only the most basic facilities. I was grateful that I had to walk about 200 yards to the terminal building from the point the airplane came to a halt. It gave me a chance to exercise after more than a day’s travel.



It also gave me a chance to soak up the sun’s rays before entering the shade of the building. I felt good. I had cleared immigration in Bangkok so there was no further check here. I only needed my baggage to be unloaded and appear on the carousel. I followed the signs to baggage reclaim and waited. I waited, and waited and waited. The sign displayed my flight number. I was in the right place. By now all the other passengers had dispersed having collected their bags and big packages, no doubt full of goodies bought in Bangkok.



A porter approached me. He spoke reasonable English and asked me which flight I had arrived on. On me volunteering that information, he asked me if I had been in transit in Bangkok from a connecting overseas flight. I confirmed that my journey had commenced in London. “Ah, sir, go there to international reclaim.” He said it with a wide smile, a friendly smile. It bade well for my first impressions of the Thai people. Apparently, Thai Airways separate forwarded international baggage in the hold and deliver it to a different carousel system than the domestic one. I followed the direction of the porter’s pointing hand and into a discrete reclaim area. The room was empty save for my lonely bag circling solo on that carousel. Reunited with my bag, I ventured outside the terminal building.



There was chaos outside. Taxi touts thrusting flyers at me, touching my arm and simply saying “Taxi.” Not one tout but all of them repeated the same actions and the one word.  “No thank you, no thank you,” I must have repeated those words twenty times at the same time scanning the hordes for Noi.



I was startled to hear my name called. “Ryan” “Ryan”. I turned toward the direction of the voice and saw a diminutive Thai woman running toward me. I recognized her immediately. It was Noi, “the little one.”


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#2016-05-04 21:58:19 by anonymous14868 @anonymous14868

me likee this episode, looking forward to the next installment

#2016-05-16 00:44:20 by woaizhongguo @woaizhongguo

I hope you continue this series. This is a strong start, and from your bio, it sounds like you have a lot of good first-hand information to impart. I look forward to following your journey.

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