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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 - Thai Road trip    

By Ryan Hendry
1087 Views | 6 Comments | 7/22/2017 1:21:56 PM

We wandered around to the night market once more in Chiang Mai. A good excuse to drink another couple of Guinness. After all, I am a creature of habit. It had been a satisfying day. I could now look forward to collecting the D Max in two days’ time.


It was a late breakfast and coffee time the following morning in the Chiang Mai hotel. That’s when I got the phone call from Tom. Good news! The car would be ready for collection that day as he had already sorted out the necessary paperwork. I was happy at the thought of a road trip and getting rid of the Mitsubishi sedan. It was a cheap rental but not big enough for this large Brit! Part of life in Asia seemed to conspire against the comfort of big guys!


Noi and I chatted about our plans. First, we would head south towards Kampheang Phet and just see what sort of progress we made by nightfall. I didn’t fancy driving in an unfamiliar car on unfamiliar roads in the dark. But first let’s go get the new car.


We arrived at Tom’s yard late morning. It took about five minutes to tie up all the loose ends and I also took out a full insurance policy. It was the equivalent of what we call comprehensive cover back in Blighty. Before I drove away in the D Max, Tom had one last act to perform. He was a Christian from a missionary family. He asked Noi, me, his wife and his mother to join hands while he said a prayer. He prayed for our safety especially traveling in our new car and our future happiness. I said a heart-felt Amen to both. I figured it might be more effective than the insurance.


Soon we were out of urban Chiang Mai and heading south. The scenery through the mountains between Lamphun and Lampang was breathtaking. It was the kind of drive that makes you forget divorce and past troubles. The road was a dream to drive on and I soon put the D Max through its paces on the bends. Before I knew it, I had reached Highway 1, the main arterial road connecting the north of Thailand to Bangkok. It was then a steady drive until we reached Tak. Nightfall was imminent. We found a small resort style accommodation alongside the river. This was the Ping Ping River, the same one that flowed through Noi’s home town of Kampheang Phet. The next day I found out that it was only about another hour’s driving to reach KPhet. Yet, I had it fixed in my brain that we weren’t going to chance it in the dark. Anyways, what was the rush? This was the rest of my new life in Asia.


One thing struck me as I drove along the wide main thoroughfare of Tak. There were packs and packs of dogs. I mean they were just everywhere you looked. I have never seen so many packs of dogs in one place either before or since. As you know, Thailand is a predominantly Buddhist country. I later came to learn that there are no dogs in the Muslim enclaves of Thailand.


It was relaxing at the resort. It was run by a youngish couple and they really could not do enough to keep you happy. The food was excellent and cheap and the rooms were small but impeccably clean. They were those prefabricated fiberglass affairs. I think they are a damn good idea for budget style accommodation. Easy to clean and virtually maintenance-free; just hook up the electrics and water. Like an RV without wheels!


The next morning, I half-heartedly tried to persuade Noi that we should detour to Mae Sot. It is a small town in the mountains on the border of Thailand and Myanmar. I had read about it and it seemed like a good place to visit. Particularly as I had also read that there was a bar run by an American, maybe a Canadian, who sold his own home-made burgers. Noi was anxious to get to KPhet and see Kamon.


The immediate future was starting to take shape. And it took the shape of one huge Thai road trip. The plan was to call in to see Kamon in Noi’s hometown then drive on to Kanchanaburi. There we were going to collect all our belongings that we had bought on my last trip. The last part of the journey would be the long drive from Kanchanaburi all the way to Songkhla in the far south of Thailand. A total distance of something like 1,700 kilometers if I took the direct route from Chiang Mai to Songkhla. But we planned a necessary detour to Kanchanaburi. I was enjoying driving the D Max. That’s just as well!


I had forgotten to mention one thing. Noi and I were to be married in a local village ceremony in two days’ time! That’s me - thinking of cars first and slightly less important things second! Only kidding (well, half kidding).


Noi and Som had made all the arrangements for the wedding. It was to be held at Noi’s father’s home and it became apparent that all the village would be in attendance. Noi had arranged for food for 100 people and live music. All of her family would be there except for the drug addict sister in Bangkok and the youngest brother. He wasn’t allowed to take time off by his boss at the bank he worked at. One of Noi’s other brothers would be there, the Bangkok taxi driver. I was looking forward to meeting him as I had heard good things. And, I was reliably informed that he was a big fan of English football. That would give him and I plenty to talk about. English Premier League football was taking off big in Thailand. So big that Chang beer had sponsored one of the teams and King Power, the airport duty-free company, had bought an English football team. It was becoming part of the essential fabric of Asian culture.


Another important aspect of Asian wedding traditions, or in Thailand in any event, is sin sod. Noi broached the subject of sin sod with me before our village wedding. I feigned ignorance because I wanted to know what she had to say about it.


Check out the next instalment to find out all about sin sod.


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#2017-07-22 13:21:41 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Your drive you've described in the last number of "episodes" has basically taken you through the parts of Thailand I have yet to see, including ChangMai, and which I hope to visit in the not too distant future. In spite of the recent reports of Thailand having lost some of its friendliness towards foreigners, you've got me feeling compelled to make my way back there sooner than later. 

And now you also have me very intrigued by the mention of sin sod, which is a new phrase to me. I suspect it refers to a wedding custom that also exists in China under a different name, and if I am right, it may well prove to be a hurdle to your pending nuptials.

I guess we shall see...  

#2017-07-22 17:17:47 by RHendry @RHendry

@JohnAbbot I am pleased you like the "travelogue" part of my story. I think it's important to set the scene both geographically and culturally.

As everyone knows I am now in the Philippines but still plan to visit Thailand some day. I can't say more as that would end up becoming a spolier for future instalments.

#2017-07-23 10:40:59 by Barry1 @Barry1


"now you also have me very intrigued by the mention of sin sod, which is a new phrase to me. I suspect it refers to a wedding custom"

Actually John, what I think Ryan meant to say was "Sin City".  It was an inadvertent typo that caused the incorrect spelling, is all.


To paraphrase what this effectively means is a matter of long Thai tradition. Every intending marriage partner is given free reign a night or two before the wedding, to go out on the town, get uproariously drunk and act like hyper-sexed teenagers, as if there was no tomorrow. Similar to a buck's night or a hen's night, but much more intense. What goes on in the Sin City period, stays in the Sin City period, no questions asked or repercussions involved or allowed at any time later.


Because as everyone knows, once a marriage is done and dusted, 99 per cent of the sex that occurred prior to the event, automatically stops. This is just how things are, the way of the world.  Ask any married guy about this!


So in order to compensate for this, the partners - particularly the man - try to get as much as possible in as short a time as possible. They can then survive on blissful memories of the wanton yet in many ways quite necessary, debauchery for many years, sometimes decades,  later.


Hence the highly appropriate name "Sin City". Makes damn good sense to me.


Go Ryan, go!  (clap)(clap)(clap)(beer)(beer)(beer)


#2017-07-24 11:11:39 by melcyan @melcyan



This is the first time I have ever heard about "Sin City period". If it is true then it would have to represent the pinnacle of male stupidity. Any man who engages in such a practice is destined to never achieve a high-quality relationship with a woman.


#2017-07-24 16:56:10 by melcyan @melcyan



Sorry, Barry. I just looked up the meaning of "sin sod" and when I read your comment again I realised that your words were intended to be a joke. I see Thailand as a Mecca for paedophiles and I feel utter contempt for the users of its sex industry (slavery for some of its sex workers).


My father invited me many times to visit him during the last 30 years of his life in Chiang Mai in Thailand. I refused each time. I saw him every time he visited Australia but I did not trust my father in Thailand. 


 My father firmly believed any person, especially a son of his, was corruptible. If I had visited him in Thailand, I would have risked waking up one morning in Chiang Mai sharing a bed with a 14-year-old Thai prostitute. Making something like that happen would have greatly appealed to my late father's very warped sense of humour.

#2017-07-25 16:03:51 by Barry1 @Barry1


"Sorry, Barry. I just looked up the meaning of "sin sod" and when I read your comment again I realised that your words were intended to be a joke"

No need to apologise, Melcyan.  I have at times a very dry, wicked sense of humour, similar in many ways to our friend Ken Silver @twilightsmith who I hope will post here again soon.


Cheers mate.  (wasntme)



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