Where Have All The Salty Expats Gone?

It'll tell you: they are overrun by fat grazing hoards of herds of Karens and Kens.

When I encountered my first expats I didn't even know the word. That was in 1984, Subic Bay, Philippines. Most of them, retired Navy guys. In Angeles City, you'll find the retired Air Force. In terms of civilians, mostly Ausies—I guess because it's relatively close.

But in all cases, I admired these dudes. Same for my first visit to Thailand—Pattaya, 1986. In that case, lots of the expats were current or ex offshore oil-rig workers. In other words, just like with the retired military: men, not cucked beta-boy Kens.

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Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2021, contains 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More
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