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Lost UK passport with valid retirement extension
"""Some folk say terminology not important. This thread shows it is.""" I have been saying the above for years and TOTALLY agree how important. All to often, I hear or see something posted about " my retirement / marriage visa", especially about renewing my retirement / marriage "VISA", AFTER the person has been here several years. To compound matters I have been told, IN THE PAST, when visiting a PAST IO ( after living and renewing my "extension of stay" based on retirement 3 times at that office ) "I had 1 ( or 2 ) months left on my """retirement visa""" by a Immigration Officer ( assuming being a helpful reminder ) usually while doing one of the TM's I love terminology! -
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Sleep aid for a long flight
maybe I should said anymore 😉 Of course I will still visit in the future since my wife is from Thailand, but if I had that kind of money, I wouldnt been moving to Thailand, neither marry a thai. I always had a gf from the place I lived, and same for Thailand when I first moved here. And if I had that kind of money, I would had been busy making more money elsewhere, simple as that. -
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Pattaya Police Arrest Lao National for Selling Kratom Juice and Renting Mats on the Beach
Yeah okay, no payment, sure? -
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Trump and his followers.
The leftist nutters always demand links/proof from Trump.supporters so I think it’s fair. -
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Day-to-day life in Myanmar
Thank you Simon. I went to Myanmar late 2002 and stayed for two months (extra passport stamps and small fine for the second month). I loved it and except for an aggressive sergeant on the Mandalay-Mytchina (sp) 3 day boat trip, sleeping on the deck, it was wonderful. Special moments included leading a prayer session near Indawgi lake (I’m Christian but had never done anything like that before, or since), in exchange older guys escorted me past the notorious police station back to my guesthouse. I wore a longi for the entire trip to the vast amusements as guesthouse workers and people generally. Everyday someone would undo the knot at my waist, retie the longi, laughing all the while; at least one or two such helpful closeup interventions every day. I never had a bad time, I met so many lovely people, invited to their houses, shared tea, enjoyed crowds who gathered to watch me eat mohinga. Dealing with money changers then (800-1400 Kyat to a USD) was easy. Taking a bus from some place and getting back hitchhiking in a truck was common. I stayed away from Shan conflict areas and occasionally received advice to move along promptly. I vividly remember an outrageous family of political comedians in Mandalay. I met a professor in a town east of Mandalay by train, Pin Oo Lwin, over the stunning bridge of course. He liked to drink and his patient wife put up with the everynight sessions with a few backpackers. He was related to the last Shan prince, I think, and died in prison a few years later. Another stop on that line saw me climbing up a mountain, staying in a remote village, a couple of hours teaching English, and appreciating their flag and dreams of independence. I did a one month trip the next year, bussing it from Yangon-Moulamein (many towns and temples in between). A buddy and I were taken in by a family in Hpa-an; the young son was visiting from his Pattaya job as a lady boy. Later, I bussed and hitched to Pathein, which I loved, and bused going north visiting four isolated beaches. Very rough trips, some locals threw up before getting on the bus. I ended up in Ngapoli (named after the home city of an Italian priest). Very chill, stayed away from tourists, walked north along the water front, eventually hitting a Rohinga fishing village. Not friendly at all, Muslim fishing villages south of Surat Thani give off the same vibe. Here’s a good one. A young monk that I met in Bagan became quite taken with me. In no time he wanted me to help him join me in Toronto, where he would cook for kids. I escaped. He kept writing to my Toronto address. About five years ago I was looking at the Couch Surfing app, Yangon section. He was advertising his room. Private bed or sleep with him. Yoikes! I could go on forever, thanks for reading. -
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Road Rage, Six-Wheel Truck Driver Attacks Songthaew Driver in Violent Confrontation
The fuse is too short for that.
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