I ran away from Australia once...
I'd been seeing an Australian girl (in England) whose visa had ran out. We'd got on well, had a lot of laughs and were sad to part. I decided to sort my debt out, save some money and go and see her. She knew of this plan, and seemed well up for it.

I can remember the moment when I got off the plane. I'd just had a 24 hour journey, and had scrimped, saved, lived of sugar sandwiches and baked beans on toast for the previous 8 months (I even gave up beer!). When I saw her I instantly knew something wasn't right, and after a bit of questioning found out that she wasn't up for it. Great.

It would have been nice ot find this out BEFORE I got on the plane. Before I bought the ticket would have been even nicer. Before I made any life altering decisions would have been nicer still... or so I thought.

So I bought a ticket to Thailand and left as soon as I could.

Then this happened.

Then I hooked up with the girl I was in the cell with in the other story (classy eh?). Next thing I know I'm on a bus to Isaan to go and meet her parents.

It was kind of cool being up there in a little village at her folks house, what with big cows roaming their garden, their lack of front door, and going fishing using a mad net thing with her uncle. All was good until her mum sat down next to me and started talking to me in Thai. I got said girl to translate: "My mum say, because I number one daughter and people in village see me with you, you must get engaged to me to show you have proper respect for my family".

So I ran away to the furthest corner of Thailand I could. I got a job giving out flyers on the beach for a nightclub. Life was good. I got free beer.

Then I met a swiss guy with his own long tail boat, he was going on a mission further south. So I ran away with him, my girlfriend at the time and his 2 swiss kids. It was probably the best adventure I've had.

If you run away enough you're bound to end up with something good.
(ralphseviltwin, Wed 16 Aug 2006, 16:27, Reply)