Last Saturday Night attracted a few on lookers as Mike and Canadian Dave went after the record for the fastest consumption of the Fat Boy Sub.
Personally I have had Thanksgiving Feast that couldn't measure up to what the Fat Boy could do to my stomach, but just look at that monstrosity and think about the other half of that bad boy just sitting in your fridge waiting for you to come home from a night on the town!
After weighing in at a Kilo each the only thing missing was the drum roll. Stop watch in hand Al gave the go!
Recently, the expat community in Seoul has shown extraordinary effort in supporting causes through fundraisers that not only give people a chance to 'give back', but they're a lot of fun.
In the wake of recent bad press in the realm of expat gambling, 7luck Poker has stepped up to sponsor 2 charity events; the first of which was a Bear Benefit on August 15th, and the second, which will be held at 1:00pm on September 5th, will support Jae Chun Children’s Home . The Hilton Poker Room is committed to supporting local communities through grants, in-kind donations; community outreach and employee volunteer programs. You can help them succeed (and possibly walk away with some extra pocket money). For more information on Jae Chun, visit www.cchkorea.org
Earthquakes are frightening events, which the owners of the Casa del Amorino apartment down in Introdacqua, near Sulmona, know something about. Indeed, they found themselves right in the middle of the earthquake which shook a substantial section of the Abruzzo region in Italy on the 6 April, 2009, leaving the regional capital l’Aqulia badly damaged and many thousands homeless.
The cost of living for expatriates in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City is now higher than every other ASEAN city excluding Singapore, said a survey by consultants at Mercer.
The survey released Thursday said the cost of living ranking of Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City moved up significantly to 58th in the world from 91st and 69th from 100th respectively between March 2008-March 2009.
Remedial Wife is in the mood for a rant today. So here it is.
The Expat Crowd is, by its very nature, annoying to be around. We’re a bunch of extremely privileged, lucky individuals. Usually well paid, these days not so much. But let’s not forget that we all chose this life. That does not stop many of us from complaining at every opportunity, however.
Sunday for me typically involves heading to a cafe for some eggs and toast and hot chocolate and flicking through the Sunday papers, usually the tabloids as they are smaller and easier to handle. There are several problems with that in the Netherlands: a) eggs on toast is not so popular; b) most cafes aren’t open on Sunday at all, let alone early in the morning; c) there are no Sunday papers.
As with many things in Cambodia, things are not always as they appear.
That was the case, for me, with WIG (the Women's International Group) which I stumbled upon from a link on the ExpatWomen website while searching for places to meet other women when I arrived in town.
At first glance, it seemed to be a social group of ladies who lunch (or play bridge or tennis or mahjong). But, after attending an introductory event and meeting some of the members, I learned more about the basis of the group.
Even to the experienced, driving in Cambodia can be a harrowing ordeal. Crazy teenagers on motos, horsecarts blocking the road, wandering cows, and bullying Lexus drivers… Drive here long enough, and sooner or later you’re going to have an accident.
I am cranky. I have had to get up at 6am for the last 2 days. My neighbour has a wedding.
In Cambodia weddings last for three days and start at 6am. Last night, the first day, celebrations lasted until 12:30am. It resumed at 6am today.
When You Arrive:
How to Hit the Ground Running Without Getting Your Face Smashed
--excerpted from “A Broad Abroad: The Expat Wife’s Guide to Successful Living Abroad” by Robin Pascoe (Expatriate Press 2009).
“Mom says there is no way she is ever doing this again,” seven-year-old Lilly announced to her father after stepping off the Dragon Air flight from Hong Kong to Beijing.
“Hi, dear.” That was all I could manage to mutter. My resentment and exhaustion combined to give me a kind of distorted look of despair. “We made it.” Barely.