Good morning, hope at least a few of these are applicable and mildly amusing

http://www.buzzfeed.com/jeremybender/life-struggles-all-expats-will-understand

I like No 12, I've seen many people who transform into something that they think looks like a native, but in fact is regarded by the native's as quite silly.

I gave them permission to use my picture for that (No. 12)

Number 20 is me - not being able to read the labels at the shop. The only product I recognise for sure is Super Glue.

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Number 20 is me - not being able to read the labels

in rimping

dave2 .. guilty

... or eating something raw that should have been cooked, cooked that should have been raw, or was actually sold as cat food...

At the end of my second week as a expat in Asia some 25 years ago, I passed a bakery and saw these wonderful large golden, flaky triangles of puff pastry with a squiggle of white icing on top. I was feeling a wee bit homesick, and was happy to see a touch of my roots. My eyes started to glaze over and my mouth began to water... Genuine Apple Turnovers just like Grandma used to make! I went in and bought two of them. I also bought a container of milk. (I never drink milk. But if you are eating either Apple Turnovers or Oreo cookies, ya gotta drink milk!) I brought them home, even put them on a plate, and poured the milk into a glass. I was going to do this right! I sat there looking at the turnovers on the plate, the milk in the glass, imagining a Norman Rockwell painting... What could be more American than this? I could almost taste the sweet, cinnamon-flavored softened apples, imagining the syrup running down my chin...

I lifted one of the turnovers to my mouth and took a bite. And gagged.... It was filled with tuna salad. I like tuna salad... usually. But not when I'm expecting apple turnovers. Today I wouldn't be at all surprised. Between curry puffs, a all the others odd fillings I've encountered over the years, from beans to brains, I wouldn't bat an eye. But I was a new expat and THAT was my initiation to the club! I'm sure you have all had similar experiences.

I remember sitting in a mate's bar in the sun and deciding an ice cream would be nice, so I popped over the rode and came back with a selection.

I bit into this sweet, delicious vanilla lolly and found myself chewing.... salty sweetcorn.

Yet strangely, it works.

I liked the foot note - life is an adventure to be enjoyed and, in my experience, this isn't difficult in Chiang Mai

I am almost 100% Thai. I might look 100% American, speak English fluently, and have no idea how to pronounce the true name of Bangkok (Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit); nonetheless, I will not look into the eyes of the crazy expats anymore. I drink the water straight from the faucet, ride on the elephants, and buy my fruit shake at a very secret location. Even the monks tell me I am Thai, well after I give them 10 baht.

I like No 12, I've seen many people who transform into something that they think looks like a native, but in fact is regarded by the native's as quite silly.

Well I don't think I look like a native.

No comment on the rest.