Low-key and uncrowded, fronted by a five-kilometre long stretch of beach, the town of Hua Hin is surrounded by three of Thailand’s biggest national parks. Its central location on the gulf coast...
Originally from Brisbane, my wife Vivien and I now call Thailand, and more specifically Hua Hin, a Royal Resort just 200 kilometres south of Bangkok, home. We’ve been here nearly two years and every day we find a new reason to love our lives here.
A few years back, my wife Vivien and I decided to retire early and move from Brisbane to Hua Hin, Thailand for a more affordable retirement. Here in Hua Hin life can be as busy or as relaxed as we want and these days we have the time to savour a diverse and satisfying life in the Land of Smiles.
My husband Michael and I were in our 50s when we made the decision to retire overseas. Before then I really hadn’t given retirement much serious thought. I suppose I had seen us as part of the grey nomad brigade, caravanning the well-worn roads of Australia, gathering at 5 p.m. for ‘sundowners’ then toddling off to camp for the night.
The Australian Dental Association estimates up to 10,000 Australians go overseas each year in search of cheaper dental treatment. A growing number of patients have learned that they can save tens of thousands of dollars on dental treatment without foregoing on quality…and all of these services are just a short plane journey away.
Low-key and uncrowded, fronted by a five-kilometre beach, Hua Hin, the Thai beach town my wife Vivien and I call home is also surrounded by three of the country’s biggest national parks. Its central location on the gulf coast means easy access to plenty of out-of-town beaches, too.
At the end of 2015, my wife Jacqueline and I moved to Chiang Mai, Thailand. We planned to spend a good chunk of the year exploring our new hometown.
In November 2015, my wife Vivien and I arrived from Brisbane, sight unseen, to Hua Hin, Thailand. We reassured ourselves that if it didn’t turn out to be the right spot for us, we had other options… We needn’t have worried.
Having lived in Australia all my life—and with a passion for the great outdoors—I pictured myself, when I finally got to retirement, as a grey nomad cruising the roads, stopping for ‘sundowners’ with other campers and, you know, in bed by 9 p.m. I just hoped I could survive the world of work and manage to stay fit and healthy so that when I hit 65 I could pack up the camp trailer and hit the road.
Seat-belts secured, flight attendants going through final departure checks and our plane is pushing back—Europe here we come! My wife Vivien and I were jetting off to tour Austria and Italy. On our hitlist was Vienna, Lake Garda, Milan, Florence and Rome. It was a holiday we had long-saved for and an escape from the daily grind of working life.