Today I have been in Thailand for six months. Six months away from fat, ugly, opinionated cows who look and act more like men than women. Six months away from mulleted bogans, six months away from Rugby League and AFL dominating the sports news, six months away from my old boring life and job.

I like it here.

If you’d asked me three months ago if I liked it here, I’d have probably given you a different answer. Moving to a foreign country with its own unique language and customs is not as easy as you might think. There were times when it was tough living here and times when I wanted to throw it all away and run back home. I’m glad I didn’t. Why?

I like it here.

I owe my mate Jon a huge debt for getting me through the tough times and teaching me everything he could about this crazy place. Undoubtedly I’ve still got a lot to learn, but without him I’d probably dead by now or worse, married to a gold-digging ex-prostitute with a shiv aimed permanently between my shoulders. The next beer is on me, my friend.

But now I feel like I’ve got a bit of a handle on things, and trying to be more “thai” every day. I’m sure it won’t be long before I’m wearing my slippers to work and drinking Mekong whiskey instead of imported vodka on the weekends. Of course I miss my family and friends, but I’m afraid to say that I won’t be home any time soon.

I like it here.