Misadventures in Far Away Places

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“Misadventures in Far Away Places” is a travelogue covering my travels through Hong Kong, Macau, Malaysia, Thailand, Singapore and the Dominican Republic. I was in my early-30’s; newly single and searching for adventure, enlightenment, and anything else that came along. In between the Misadventures – which include getting scammed for $3,000 in Bangkok, almost getting run over by the Presidential motorcade in the Dominican Republic, and being lost in a Thai jungle – I cover the highlights, and lowlights, of the countries I explore as well as the almost unbelievable personal encounters I had along the way. I would never have thought, for example, that I could be pursued by homosexuals as aggressively  as I was in “conservative” Malaysia. Along with my solo trips, I recount travels with a depressive girlfriend and my high school friend George. It’s a humorous, fun, yet insightful book. You’ll find out why the Chinese are such good spitters, where to find the ugliest Russian prostitutes in Asia, and how sperm is collected from animals at the Singapore Zoo. The travels covered in “Misadventures in Far Away Places” were my first independent trips; I did just about everything that you are not supposed to do and still came out of it with some of my best memories. If I can do it I’m sure I can convince you to do the same! “Misadventures in Far Away Places” should be read with an open mind (there are some R-rated moments) and a sense of humour to fully enjoy. You can order this book for the low price of $15 – you might think that’s expensive but consider how much you spend to watch a crappy movie at the theatre. Misadventures in Far Away Places guarantees you hours of enjoyment!*  If you’re still not sure, read some excerpts below.

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A small sampling of the 139 pages of my book;

Codeword for taking a dump that sounds almost sophisticated (General travel tip)

Travel tip: “Crappuccino”. Definition: “The particularly frothy type of diarrhea that you get when abroad”. Tell a fellow traveler that you “have to go for a crappuccino”, it will automatically discern you from the unknowledgeable, inexperienced traveler and you will no doubt be treated with equal doses of respect and sympathy.

On preconceptions (Chep Lap Kok Airport, Hong Kong)

I had somehow pictured arriving in a crowded airport lobby full of babbling, shabbily-dressed Chinese people wearing large straw hats, all pulling at my sleeve and wanting to take me to some back alley with promises of Dim Sum and Lucy Liu. It wasn’t anything like that – Chep Lap Kok Airport is huge and incredibly modern.  There’s a subway within the complex which brings you from the arrival gate to immigration. Planes take off above your head, you can see their underbellies through gigantic glass panes. The airport is cavernous, dome-like and airy. I suddenly felt like a poor country hick with my backpack and t-shirt. And the Canadian flag sewn to the bag – it suddenly reeked of insecurity (“Please leave me alone, I’m not American. We Canadians invented insulin, basketball, the green garbage bag and the zipper. We even invented the game of Yachtzee which you Oriental people like so much…”)

On travelling with a moody girlfriend (Chiang Mai)

Sylvie took a piece of paper, wrote something and gave it to me. It was a nice little love note, apologizing for her ‘moods’ and promising she would be more careful. I gave her a kiss and Sylvie’s radiant smile came back. I told myself I would do whatever she wanted the rest of the day, whatever made her happy. I wanted her in a good mood. That’s how we ended up going shopping. Shopping is what everyone does in Chiang Mai and we spent the next few hours visiting factories: an umbrella factory, a silk factory, a silver factory. We learned how paper umbrellas were made, how silk was grown and harvested, how silver was moulded into jewellery. It was pretty goddamn boring and I suddenly felt myself feeling sorry for those married men that I sometimes see getting bossed around by their women, the ones following their fat wives around shopping centers saying stuff like “you look beautiful my dear ” in that defeated, dejected voice. I could suddenly empathize with them.

Food on China Airlines

I usually love plane food. But China Airlines (which is from Taiwan, not China) had really bad food, starting with a weird cold soup which was either rice soup, tapioca soup, or the maggot leftovers from a recent Fear Factor episode. Thinking of it reminds me of every time I’ve ever puked in my life.

The Good Life (Santo Domingo)

We were close to the Zona Colonial, walking up Calle Danae, a small residential street in the shadows of Hotel El Napolitano, when Juan pointed out a low-story office building with a dark glass door. He rang and the door opened up. We stepped into a reception area, a lady smiling and greeting us. Beyond, in the background, was a living room with low lights where I saw a few sexy-looking ladies sitting around in lingerie. Juan smiled and started chatting with the lady at the reception, seemingly talking about the weather. It struck me how casual Dominicans are about prostitution and sex in general – bouncing in as if going for a haircut, chatting as relaxed as can be “Hi Maria, how is the action today? How are the kids? Say, what’s the lunch-time special? I wouldn’t mind a blowjob but I rather fancy a bit of beaver today…” I felt shy, strolling into a “Casa de Chicas” (as they are known – and there seem to be many in the DR) made me feel uncomfortable. Juan; “You come here, it’s a good place” With that he started quoting me prices as if we had pulled up to the pick-up window at the local Tits & Pussy – “one hour not expensive, you can also have for many hours. For all night it’s more expensive, 2000 pesos ($50) but girls here are clean and very nice.” He chatted and we left, waving goodbyes to the girls.

Right across the street were a couple of hotels which Juan showed me. They were actually quite okay, and at 450 pesos (about $11), it was quite a deal compared to the hotels half a kilometre away in the zona colonial. Juan: “See, I show you good places in Santo Domingo – you get girl, then you take her to cheap hotel. It’s the good life!”

Cultural sensitivies (Phuket)

I spent the afternoon on one of the most beautiful beaches that I have ever seen in my life. Patong beach has white sand, fine white sand against a backdrop of emerald water and palm trees. It was crowded with mostly white tourists; under parasols they lay, happy and overweight, reading magazines and drinking beer. Others walked the beach, their bodies young and fit. The women were gorgeous, many were topless – the whole scene made me wonder if I had just stepped onto the beaches of France or Spain. Only the vendors – vendors selling fruits, t-shirts, beer, ice cream, watches, and paintings (among other things) – gave away that I was in Thailand. They wore shirts with large numbers on the back to identify themselves as vendors, the women wearing scarves on their heads, the men with hats as protection against the broiling sun. Actually seeing the fat, white tourists being served by the sweltering brown natives bothered me. It also really pissed me off the way some of the tourists would wave them away or ignore them when solicited – we Westerners can really be condescending fucks with our high and mighty attitudes. And the way we disrespect other cultures, taking no consideration as to their sensitivities…my eyes settled on a pretty and topless blonde playing some kind of racquet game on the beach, her boobs bouncing around in all directions. I ordered a beer, suddenly thinking that Phuket was a pretty damn fine place.

On Latinos and children (bus station in Dominican Republic)

I remember a kid, a small boy of about 2 years old, who played with the glass door of the terminal; opening the door, closing the door, re-opening the door…A lady came up to the door from the outside, middle aged and well-dressed, and had to gently open the door in order not to knock the little boy over. Once inside, she took him by the arm, knelt down to his level, and proceeded to give him a gentle lecture on how he shouldn’t be playing with the door. A few minutes later, the same scenario was repeated; a businessman came in with some parcels that he wanted couriered. Again the little kid got in the way. The man addressed the child and, with a wagging finger, told him not to play with the door. I struck me how different this treatment would have been in North America. In Canada a person would not have spoken to the child (god forbid you get sued for child or psychological abuse or for having infringed on his civil liberties). If anything he/she would have singled out the parent and given a dirty glance or made a commentary on the child’s behaviour (“Misbehaving little fuck, isn’t he?”). It reminded me of other scenes involving children and the sense of community, of getting involved, that you see in Latin America.

On Americans Vs Europeans (Cabarete, Dominican Republic)

I ended up having a couple of beers at an American-owned place with large screen TVs. God bless Americans, you always know you are in an American establishment because the owner comes right up to you, introduces himself, shakes your hand, asks you where you are from and welcomes you to his bar. Americans know how to greet a customer. It’s always a bit of a shock when it happens and I have to admit that I got thrown off – I started talking to him, telling him my life story when I suddenly realized he really didn’t give a shit about anything that I was saying. He just wanted to greet the next customer. I sat down in my seat and shut myself back up, a bit embarrassed. I don’t know what’s better, the fake cheer and friendliness of an American, or the relatively unfriendly European.

Things to remember when contemplating a date with a foreign speaker (Hong Kong)

I already had a full agenda for the evening, plus I wondered if she would even understand me; her English was bad and my Cantonese limited – there’s only so many times you can say “Hi, how are you?” “I’m fine” and “I have diarrhea” before the conversation gets stale.


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  1. Hi Frank. There were things I really enjoyed in your storytelling. There were also things I really didn’t like.

    Many of your descriptions and one-liners are hilarious. Your self-deprecating style really lets the reader get to know you and is consistent throughout the different sections. Another major strength of your writing is the in-depth look you give to all your characters whether people you’re traveling with, other foreign travelers, or locals. Description and an abundance of dialogue help move along the story and give the reader a sense of place. The advice for travelers planning to go to the places you are visiting is certainly another strength of the book.

    However, for me, many of the ways you crassly talk about women or sex are a bit offensive and so distract from your story. To be frank, for this reason alone personally I would not recommend the book to my friends, despite its other positive qualities.

    In short: best parts were your humor, detailed character descriptions and dialogue, and very few typos! Enjoyable for a certain demographic and with a bit of editing, would be a quality travelogue to introduce readers to the places you went and stories you are able to tell.

    1. Thank you for your honest review Bryanna. Glad you enjoyed some of the humor and stories. I wrote this book in a different time – I was newly divorced (after many years of marriage) and looking for fun and adventure. So there are stories of strippers, hookers and drinking between all the travel adventures. It’s not PC and won’t appeal to everyone. But I don’t apologize for that. My next book may be more serious and “mature” but this book is special to me. And not all women will be offended. My editor is female and she loved it. And Lissette (Spanky) read it shortly after we met and also got my humor. Just a matter of personal taste.
      I appreciate you taking the time to have given me your thoughts, I’ll keep in mind if I ever go back for revisions.

  2. Just finished reading your book – think I Crappuccino’ed my pants a few times from laughing too hard!! But I also found it insightful and interesting, and felt that I was travelling with you as I read along. A good read! Don’t worry, I won’t be holding you to your ‘satisfaction guarantee’. HA!

  3. Sarcastic and hilarious – Frank’s travel memoirs made me laugh and cringe and laugh again as he bounces between the experiences of exotic foods, topless bars, and generosity in unexpected places. It’s an entertaining read for anyone who has travel in their heart!

    Anne Richardson

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