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Ladies who brunch

One of the first things I searched for before being posted in Hong Kong is an organization that caters to diplospouses in particular. There was none. I met my counterparts at random through my Cantonese class and diplomatic functions, but I was longing for something more regular than that. Last Tuesday, I found my self preparing for a ladies’ coffee morning primarily organized by the wives of the consuls general of Indonesia, Brunei and Myanmar. It was going to be my first diplomatic function without Mr. Diplomat, and I did not let my third trimester blues get in the way. That morning, I met some 40 new faces of the diplomatic corps, the wives of consuls, honorary consuls general, consuls general and heads of missions. My composure was specifically starstruck (not quite obviously, I hope) by having been able to chat with three women who belong to a family that Mr. Diplomat and I were recently watching about in The Biography Channel. Of specific interest were the wives of honorary consuls general as I found …

Shaken, not stirred

An article on The 6 Characters You’ll Meet At Every Expat Bar got my attention a couple of months back. Make a wild guess on who made it to no. 3… 3. The Diplomat’s Wife She shows up every night at five o’clock on the dot, ready for happy hour surrounded by the group of four ex-pat wives who make up the town’s Western high society network in its entirety. The Diplomat’s Wife will without fail order the one martini on the menu, and will without fail mention how unfortunate it is that “you can’t even get a decent martini around here.” She spends her days doing her best to avoid the fact that she no longer lives in the land of Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods by shuttling between the one grocery store which stocks imported goods and the one coffee shop which has made a few token efforts to imitate Starbucks. Any conversation with The Diplomat’s Wife will inevitably come around to all the ways in which “the locals” make life difficult, from …

Notes from the Field: Hong Kong High… from The New Diplomat’s Wife

A year ago, a very classy American Mrs. Diplomat whose blog I have been reading asked me if I can do a Notes from the Field interview, alongside other diplomats and diplospouses posted in different parts of the world. Who am I to say no to something like that. Here it is in two parts. Enjoy! Notes from the Field: Hong Kong High… Notes from the Field: Hong Kong High, Part II… From

The Road Trip Out of Libya from Diplomatic Baggage

Amidst all the glamour attached to being a diplomat’s wife, there lies the possibility of finding your self and your family in the middle of a crisis going on in the host country. I would like to share this article I found while researching on what my counterparts in Tokyo and Libya are experiencing after the tsunami and the political crisis, respectively. I dared not quote an excerpt as it is a first-hand account and a gripping one at that. The Road Trip Out of Libya From

Mrs. Diplomat 101

I intended to publish my collection of Mrs. Diplomat lessons in celebration of our first year at post. Much to my dismay, our Toshiba netbook decided to expire around its first birthday, and I lost my notes, my planner, my life in the process. Anyway, here are 15 things I recall learning as a year-old diplomat’s wife. 1. Go with Mr. Diplomat when invited (from my previous post Amah, lovely lady, John Travolta and Uma Thurman). I know it gets tiring after some time, but this one is for your own benefit. 2. Check on Mr. Diplomat’s and your appearance yourself (from my previous post Patch of green). Mr. Diplomats are just not wired for this. He is vainer than you are? That’s a different issue altogether. 3. Have high heels at hand (from my previous post The Madam and Royce). You’ll never know when you need to pump your outfit. 4. Have flats at hand. They are your bestfriends after those 3-hour cocktail receptions. Read: High heels. No sitting. 5. Know at least the …