I Spent My Wedding Night in Another Country
Getting married in Malaysia as a foreigner, on a deadline from an immigration officer — and the man who tried to charge me twenty times the going rate.
Getting married in Malaysia as a foreigner, on a deadline from an immigration officer — and the man who tried to charge me twenty times the going rate.
I left my visa run to the last day, crossed at 2am, and Singapore sent me straight back. What I should have done instead.
My uncle said it about Disney World when I was nineteen. Thirty-five years later I handed the same line to Malaysia — then remembered you still have to put a wash on.
My brother rang at 2am. My mother thinks Thailand is a holiday from my holiday. Life seven hours ahead of everyone who loves you, and the one thing they actually want.
Every expat guide tells you to build a network. I am a loner, I moved 6,600 miles, and I have never been happier.
I have said “boss” my whole life because my dad did. Then I moved 6,600 miles away and found the whole country was already saying it.
Every blog written from abroad is quietly arguing that you should come too. This one is not. Four honest reasons to stay where you are, and the one reason to go.
How long it really takes to acclimatise to Malaysian heat, why two people react completely differently to the same air, and the daylight change nobody warns you about.
In England, going for a Chinese is a night out. Then you move to Asia and discover it also has a breakfast, and a lunch, and that you never once wondered.