Expat trials and tribulations

A loud barrage of furious words slammed me in the back. It was shocking! The language being unknown to me, I did not understand what precisely was being hurled at me. However, since the vitriol originated from the toilet lady’s oral cavity, the message was clear.

My store of expat life patience is exhausted. It’s not only the chicken, the water, the electricity, the tiny fridge, the heat, the dull knife, the lack of kitchen drawers, the dead rat in the garden this morning, but . . .

Oh, the things you learn about the toilets of the world! Expat life offers you wonderful opportunities to try out all sorts. I’ll try and keep it clean.

Expat trouble in the jungle. There was a loud crack. It reverberated through the forest. Time stood still. The birds stopped chirping. The breeze stopped whispering. All was primordially quiet. Not a dangerous animal in sight.

As an ( expat ) foodie, have you ever done something so dangerous, that afterward you are stunned by the stupidity of what you have done? I like to think…