How I Accidentally Emigrated and Became a Teacher: Part 1

At 4.30pm on Saturday 7 September 1991, an Aeroflot plane from Moscow touched down on the runway of the old Bangkok Airport of Don Muang, making that familiar ‘squirting’ sound as rubber hit tarmac. On it was me. Weeks of anticipatory excitement had been increasingly building up inside me back in England, and it had now reached a boiling crescendo. I had finally arrived in the mystical oriental land of Thailand for my big travel adventure. Piercing this wonderful cauldron of my mind an inexplicable thought came to me immediately after the squirting sound. It informed me ‘I had arrived home’. How could that be? I’d never been there! But it just as quickly passed as the plane put the brakes on, and within 90 minutes, as dusk was succumbing to nightfall, me and my friend were getting out of our rickety yellow taxi in Khao San Road in the steaming metropolis of Bangkok. <a href="https://medium.com/@aspiritualrevolution/how-i-accidentally-emigrated-and-became-a-teacher-part-1-c32165399a90">Read More</a>