Aye....
'Or, as General McArthur said, after WW2......"I will return!"
I manage Blighty for about a month before I'm scratching at the walls. I actually like living in the Far East and no, that isn't anything to do with the availability of tarts and cheap grog. However, I avoid foreign enclaves like the plague, seem to be filled with right moaning sods who seem to have left their sense of humour at Thiefrow.
A balmy 36 degrees here beside the sea and there's a gal trying to talk with me about something to do with my computer - gosh, she's lovely. (But married)
Wheels back to the smoke shortly and two of my female troupe have demanded dinner "Or else".
Like the man said, I don't suppose you ever get it out of your blood, but some appear to hate it. I just wander around and bump into things like the locals..............