#Bangkok

Bangkok is Thailand's capital and, for most of the foreigners in these stories, the first city they set foot in. It's chaotic, sprawling, and full of contrasts: skyscrapers next to night markets, temples next to bars. Many of the relationships documented here begin in that mix, between business trips that ran longer than planned and tourists who came for a few days and ended up sorting out a visa for the long term. It's also, unfortunately, the setting for more than one scam in Thailand, so these pages include both genuine love stories and necessary warnings.


Stories with #Bangkok

Cover: A trip to Vietnam taught me to tell lust from love. I went back to Thailand, met a woman 24 years younger than me, and I'm about to propose.

A trip to Vietnam taught me to tell lust from love. I went back to Thailand, met a woman 24 years younger than me, and I'm about to propose.

A 52-year-old Canadian, after mistaking lust for love on a trip to Vietnam, goes back to Tinder looking for something real and meets a Thai woman of Chinese descent 24 years younger than him. Three weeks together across Bangkok, Pattaya and Koh Samui become the start of a long-distance relationship that, bumps and all, is still going strong toward a proposal.

Cover: I threw up on the pavement outside a hotel in Phuket at one in the morning. A stranger sat with me until sunrise and wouldn't take a single baht for it.

I threw up on the pavement outside a hotel in Phuket at one in the morning. A stranger sat with me until sunrise and wouldn't take a single baht for it.

Divorced and burned out from work, a 42-year-old Lebanese man booked two weeks to Thailand with no real plan. On his last night in Phuket, food poisoning left him vomiting on the pavement outside his hotel at one in the morning. A stranger who worked at a nearby spa sat with him until sunrise and refused to accept a single baht in return.

Cover: I checked her passport, her certificates, years of photos. It all lined up. It cost me $30,000 to learn that wasn't enough.

I checked her passport, her certificates, years of photos. It all lined up. It cost me $30,000 to learn that wasn't enough.

At 57, living in the quiet peace of a marriage that survived my wife's third affair, I met Pre at a bar in Nana Plaza, Bangkok. She was 37, looked 25, and had a perfectly verifiable story: passport, divorce papers, years of social media photos. Over six months I sent her 30,000 dollars for her family, her studies, and a Denmark visa that never came through.


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