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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 - Packing My Bags    

By Ryan Hendry
1637 Views | 7 Comments | 5/18/2017 1:22:37 PM

There were so many things to see to before I finally left England and flew back to Thailand. Most of them were connected with finances. It was clear to me that I would have to open a Thai bank account soon after my return. When I wasn’t attending to my finances then I was online connecting to the world.

It was time to email a few friends to update them on my plans. They were all supportive and wished me well. Some close friends who lived in Australia made a point of telling me they would be in Bali later that year. Hey Ryan, they asked, what are the chances of getting together in Bali? It became an idea that grew on me.

Most of the remainder of my online activity was the daily routine of exchanging emails between Noi and me. It was better than nothing but I am not a fan of long distance relationships and yearned to return to her side. I would say that I am a tactile person. I missed the comfort of innocently touching Noi. I missed her touching me. Occasionally I would check the online dating site. I must confess that I was checking up on Noi. Had she logged in? And, if so, when? 

Noi was conspicuous by her absence on the dating site. There was no activity from her since I first arrived in Thailand. That was a good sign. Talking of signs - I started to ask myself why I was checking up on her. By nature, I am not the jealous type. The answer was not difficult to fathom. These were days when my decisions could have far-reaching consequences. The rest of my life was at stake. Was she the one for me? Would I be able to sustain a reasonable lifestyle in a new country? Would I adapt to a new life in SE Asia? 

I may not be the jealous type but I am impulsive. My conclusion to all my concerns was - do it and to hell with the consequences! You only get to live once became my motto. This did not mean I was going to rush in gung ho! Hopefully, I still possessed some commonsense and I prayed that in itself would see me through. Yet, I could never quite calm the sense of unease about Noi’s idea of buying a lot and building a house. Car first, then worry about the house later. That was my overriding thought.

The last few weeks in England were consumed by more financial activities. Namely, chasing people who owed me money. That was successful and I managed to rake in a five figure sum. Closure on my life in England was fast approaching. I now had two cases packed. The second one was full of the heavy stuff like my motorbike gear. I filled it with things that I figured I wouldn’t instantly need. I got busy online once more and booked my one-way ticket for Bangkok.

Noi was thrilled when I told her I had made my flight reservation. Once more, we arranged to meet in Phuket and spend some time there before traveling on from there. It was yet another gray day when I reached London’s Heathrow airport. In more ways than just the weather, I was content to be embarking on my new life in Asia. Goodbye England! Goodbye memories, bad and good. 

The one-way ticket caused some consternation at the Thai Airways counter. “You need proof of onward travel or a return, sir.” I showed him my shiny new visa and said. “I don’t think so.” The uniformed young man made a phone call. “Do you have a credit card, sir?” “Yes, thanks.” was my facetious response. “May I see it?” was the deadpan response. I showed him a credit card and he told me ‘I was good to go.’

A few moments later and the same credit card saw action. I walked over to the excess baggage counter with my second case full of the heavy gear. My first bag had been checked in with the young Thai Airways employee. On completion of the paperwork, I was quoted a price. It was extortionate. From that moment on, I swore to always travel light in the future. Finally, I was able to make my way through security and the departure lounge.

The departure lounge at Heathrow’s Terminal 3 is like many others all over the world - utterly boring! They are deliberately designed to afford as little comfort as possible to flyers. For one, there are never enough seats. Fortunately, T3 has proper upholstered seats. If you can get one, they offer some comfort. They are far superior to the new breed of gray perforated metal seats that populate the world’s newest airports. 

T3 has to be one of the busiest terminals at Heathrow. I have never seen it quiet. It handles most of the flights to and from Asia and Australasia. There were no free seats on the day of my flight. Yet, I wasn’t too concerned. It gave me an opportunity to sample two things that I would miss about England. I have always been fond of a pint of Guinness. I am equally as fond of a good old fry-up! A classic English breakfast had my name on it. I could hear the Guinness and the breakfast calling me, “Ryan, Ryan, where are you?”

It was only 10.30 am but who cared? It never ceases to amaze me that flyers ignore conventions of time and eating/drinking norms at an airport. Beer at 10.30 in the morning? In a normal setting you would be perceived as an alcoholic. But, at an airport - anything goes! You and I have all seen folks guzzling beer and liquor at all kinds of ungodly hours - in an airport. We may have done it together sometime?

What is it about airports? Why do people ignore time when it involves alcohol and food at an airport?


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#2017-05-18 13:22:21 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Ryan, you remind me much of myself as I prepared to throw my Canadian life away to head off to China to start life anew with a beautiful Chinese woman. I was so caught up in the exotic, the erotic and the new, that common sense had flown the coop. "Impulsive" hardly sufficiently describes it. In hindsight, "foolhardy" fails to sufficiently describe what we were doing.

There is a sentence in your blog above that seems innocent enough that most readers likely didn't spend much time thinking about it, but knowing how Thai law works in these matters, I see in it foreboding doom and gloom. I'm not going to give it away, but I am curious to find out if anyone else shuddered on reading that same sentence. 

As for imbibing at strange hours in an airport, I think it is simple enough. All's fair in love, war and travel.

#2017-05-18 18:50:59 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

Ryan, and

As soon as I saw 'the sentence' I was ready to respond. Fortunately, John, I read your comment first................oops!

#2017-05-18 22:40:43 by Anniehow @Anniehow

You are very good at building suspense. Something is off,yet I cannot put my finger on it. 

In a long distance relationship, the excitement and anticipation of the next visit could last the couple through a few months. It is not for the weak-hearted or less determined. Did you regularly skype while you were in England? 

Speaking as someone who used to hold on to things, if there is anything I learned from living overseas and moving around, it is to throw away things and travel light. I gave away my beautiful metal lamp, pans, books and sunhat etc... before heading back to China.  Motor gear is totally out of the question but I am not a guy.

May I have a suggestion? Could you take out the last paragraph? It seems out of the place in your writing and honestly those who want to comment will comment while those who don't care won't respond however you try.





#2017-05-19 13:16:42 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

@paulfox1 - I am not sure why my comment precluded you from commenting. I intended it to be an invitation for others to comment on the "sentence", and what it portends.

@Anniehow - I agree with you about Ryan's last paragraph in each of his blog posts. Somehow, when I have already got 3 or 4 things in my mind I am thinking of responding to in the blog, that trailing question distracts me from those intended comments, but doesn't necessarily lead me to want to answer the question. You make a good point.

#2017-05-19 22:45:34 by anonymous16089 @anonymous16089

Yup saw the sentence and shuddered.....Dude drinking a pint and having a full English fryup at 10:30am before getting on a plane to Thailand is got balls the size of beach balls. Hope I dont read how you spent the enitre flight

I disagree with Anniehow, I believe the last paragraph is extremely important as it lets one know what had happened to you emotionally and what frame of mind you are in at this point of the story with your thoughts on Noi.



#2017-05-20 12:17:28 by melcyan @melcyan

I presume the fateful sentence is about opening a Thai bank account. My father lived the final 30 years of his life in Thailand. His money stayed in Thailand. That didn't bother me but it might bother some. The hundred's of thousands of dollars he owed his sister was never repaid.

#2017-06-01 19:26:21 by RHendry @RHendry

Forgive me for not replying individually. I respect all opinions about my writing and in particular the questions I often pose in the last paragraph.

With the utmost respect - deal with it! Only joking! One of the things I love about this blog is that they are my words totally unedited. As Churchill once said - you can please some of the people some of the time .... actually he didn't but you get my drift :)

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