What People are Saying…

When Alex Coverdale’s first book was published in 2018 it was an immediate sensation, quickly attaining Amazon #1 Bestseller status.

Here are the views of some of the customers.

“The writing felt very personal and real. At the end of the book I felt like l had lived another life…an interesting one to boot. Good job.”

“The author was the forbidden fruit to Chinese girls and in describing his experiences he gives some insights into the Chinese remake mindset. And this is the most valuable part of his book.”

“Highly recommended for those interested in the expat teacher lifestyle in China.”

“A great insight to how another part of the world works.”

A new, updated version of the book is available in serialized form on paperback and ebook now.

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This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom Part 2 – Hunan Province (Extract)

After fleeing recession-hit Britain in September 2007, I spent a year living and working as an English teacher in Beijing before meeting a girl and moving to Tianjin, northern China, which is very much like a Chinese Middlesbrough. If you’ve never heard of Middlesbrough, then you get my point. Needless to say, the girl promptly dumped me for another guy leaving me in a strange city in a foreign country with no friends and a job I hated. I taught in a primary school, and though they were sweet and adorable on the outside, on the inside those kids were the embodiment of evil. They almost broke me. I spiralled into a life of booze, solitude and borderline depression, punctuated only by the occasional bout of meaningless sex. I didn’t think I would survive another Tianjin winter, and overall the place didn’t leave a good impression on me, so I decided to run down my contract at my school and move somewhere else in China. Hopefully, somewhere warmer.

I didn’t want to teach kids anymore, so I found a job as a writing instructor at HMMC (Hunan Mass Media College) in Changsha, Hunan Province, which was about as close to journalism as I could get at the time. I didn’t know anything about Changsha. But by this time I’d learned not to jump into anything blind, so I did some research. Located on the Xiang River, Changsha is described as a ‘culturally important’ city, though not internationally recognized in the same way Beijing and Shanghai are, and has over 3,000 years of history. It was occupied by the Japanese for a short time during the Japanese-Sino war of 1937-45, and is the place where Mao Zedong (Chairman Mao, the revolutionary founding father of the PRC) went to school and converted to communism. These days, it is better known as both a commercial center and an entertainment hub, and is home of Hunan TV, one of the biggest channels in the country which pumps out endless variety and talent shows which the Chinese lap up.

Juliet, a girl I’d met whilst travelling in Shanghai two years earlier, came to meet me the day I arrived and brought a suitcase with her meaning, I assumed, she planned on staying for a while. That was fine by me. I hadn’t seen her for ages, and we had a lot of catching up to do. The very first night, things started getting hot and steamy. While we were kissing and fumbling on the sofa, she asked if I had a condom. I didn’t. But I remembered my contact from the college telling me there was a twenty four -hour supermarket nearby. I didn’t remember exactly where, but how hard could it be to find?

I grabbed a handful of money, ran out the door, down three flights of stairs, out of the apartment block and down the road. It took a while, but I eventually found the supermarket and stocked up on condoms and soft drinks. As I left, I was hit with a realization. I didn’t actually know where I lived. I was completely lost. I’d been so excited about the prospect of finally bedding Juliet that I’d left the apartment without my phone. I didn’t even know the name of my street. I’d only got off the plane about six hours earlier.

So I stumbled around for most of the night clutching a pack of unopened condoms and whimpering softly to myself. I tried to retrace my steps, but found that almost every building looked the same, especially in the dark. I eventually found my apartment again a few hours later but by then, Juliet was sound asleep and the moment had passed. I figured having waited over two years already, another day or two wouldn’t matter too much.

This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom Part 2 – Hunan Province is available now on paperback and ebook

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This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom Part 2 – Hunan Province

British journalist Alex Coverdale has spent over a decade working as an English teacher in China. During that time he has travelled the length and breadth of the country, seeing things he never thought he would see and doing things he never thought he would do, from digging for dinosaur eggs in the Gobi desert to eating snakes in Hunan Province, and finding himself in a succession of awkward, often hilarious situations along the way.

He soon developed a deep affinity with China and its people, falling in love with the country’s unique culture, colourful history, and vibrant, infectious energy. Being in such a unique position, he wrote about his experiences in a book which quickly became a Number One Amazon Bestseller, but he never told the full story.

Until now.

This second instalment of This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom, covers the three-plus years the author spent in Hunan Province, central China, where he travelled in search of love and settled in the provincial capital of Changsha, known for its nightlife and entertainment industry. He found it, and lot’s more besides.

If you have any interest in China, teaching English abroad, or the dynamics of cross-cultural relationships, these books are for you because…

This is China.

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This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom part 2 – Hunan Province is available now on paperback and ebook.

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This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom Part 1 – The North (extract)

Shortly after I’d submitted my visa application, the phone rang. On the other end was a very pleasant sounding lady speaking with a choppy Chinese accent who said she was from the Chinese embassy in London, where my visa application was being processed.

“I want to tell you we received your application.”

“Good.”

“Not good. Problem.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“I sorry to tell you, we unable to grant you visa to come China.”

“What? Why is that?”

“Application say you are journalist. Journalist need special permission from Chinese government to come China. You have special permission from Chinese government?”

“No.”

“Then no come China.”

I knew Chinese authorities are generally suspicious of overseas journalists. They kept their own journalists on a tight leash, but had no such jurisdiction over foreigners and this being in the run-up to the 2008 Olympics in Beijing they were being especially vigilant, something that had never even occurred to me. In the face of such officious-sounding bullshit, I began to panic. “But I have a job to go to in China, and I’ve already paid for my flights. The tickets are non-refundable. Is there anything I can do?” I asked, more out of hope than expectation.

“Yes. You do new application. Only this time, say you do different job. No journalist. Understand?”

No, I didn’t understand at all. I thought I did, but I must surely be mistaken. “You want me to… lie?”

“No lie. Just say you do different job. No journalist.”

“But I don’t do a different job. So it’s lying.”

“No lying.”

“But wouldn’t it be illegal?”

“Is okay.”

“Well, if you say so.” I still wasn’t convinced, but didn’t think I had much choice other than to do what this lady was suggesting. Even then, there was another problem. “If I submit another visa application, there won’t be enough time,” I protested. “It would take too long to process. I’d have to get new forms, fill them in, and post them back to you. It would require a few days. Plus, you have my passport, so I can’t even do that until you send my passport back.”

“Okay, first option is we keep passport and you come London, fill out form, submit same day. Pay express fee.”

“Is there a second option?”

Of course. You just ask friend to do it for you.”

“What friend?”

“Any friend. You have friend in London?”

“Yes, but won’t the application need my signature on it?”

“Your friend can do it.”

For a country evidently so pre-occupied with following rules and regulations, China seemed to be surprisingly lax in other areas. It didn’t make much sense, but I wasn’t going to question it. I just did what they said and had a friend go to the embassy, fill out another application on my behalf, and forge my signature. Job done. Days later my passport was returned to me boasting a Chinese L visa and couple of weeks after that, I was on a plane to Beijing.

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This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom Part 1 – The North is available now on paperback and ebook.

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Why Yellow Fever Had to Go…

When I first went to China in September 2007 I was a short, stocky, average-looking white guy on the wrong side of 30. I’m still short, stocky and average-looking only now I’m the wrong side of 40. Truth be told, these days I’m probably more ‘stocky’ than I’ve ever been.

I was never what you would call a lady killer. But something changed when I went to the Middle Kingdom. Women there liked me. I didn’t even try very hard to get them. If anything, there were too many women, which brought its own set of challenges. It was like being handed the key to Pandora’s Box.

Did I open it?

Damn right I did.

I slept with more women inside the first two years than I had in my entire life up to that point. And the standard was much higher, if you know what I mean.

I wrote extensively about my exploits and sexpolits, publishing them in a book called Yellow Fever: Love & Sex in China. Within weeks it hit Number One in its category and became a legitimate #1 Amazon Bestseller. But boy, did I cop some shit for that title. It ruffled a lot of feathers, and melted more than a few snowflakes. I was branded ‘racist’ by a few culturally retarded Social Justice Warriors who would know, if they’d bothered to actually read any of the book, that nothing could be further from the truth. I love China. Especially Chinese women. That doesn’t make me racist, it actually makes me the obvious.

For those that don’t know, the term ‘yellow fever’ isn’t racist. As per the Urban Dictionary, it is: a term usually applied to white males who have a clear sexual preference for women of Asian descent, although it can also be used in reference to white females who prefer Asian men.

Still, damage was done, and I thought it might be a good idea to re-brand the book with a less controversial title. I eventually settled on This is China: Misadventures in the Middle kingdom. Plus, there were other reasons. There were a lot of stories and anecdotes I had to leave out first time around, either because they didn’t fit the narrative or because I plain forgot. Also, by the time I was finished I had far too much material to possibly cram into one book. The only solution was to break it up into a series, so that’s what I did.

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The events, places, and dates described are, to the best of my recollection, one hundred per cent true and accurate. A little artistic license has been used with regards to names, the intention being to protect the innocent. And the guilty. I even changed my own name. Alex Coverdale is a pseudonym. If you read the books, you’ll see why I need one. Otherwise, it’s all true. I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done. Suffice to say that at times, I might have allowed my little head to rule my big head a bit too much. It doesn’t make me a bad person. But with experience comes knowledge and maturity.

Sometimes

This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom Part 1 – The North and Part 2 – Hunan Province, are available now on paperback and ebook. As is my seduction clinic Dating Chinese Women – Tips, Tricks & Techniques. 

 

 

Back and Badder than Ever!

It’s been a while.

In my defence, I’ve been busy. After several years away working in London, in March 2019 I moved back to China. And right back into a world of drama. Within three months I had two more broken relationships to add to my collection and was in love with someone else, a girl who was in a long-term relationship with one of my colleagues. Awkward. The amount of fallout over that was unimaginable and might well require a book of its own. 

My new job was as a IELTS instructor at a private college in Guangzhou. I’d travelled to Guangdong before, but never lived there. The main difference, apart from the weather, is that the locals all speak Cantonese, which immediately rendered my limited knowledge of Mandarin useless. Damn. Another difference was the people, who all seemed much more money motivated that the people I’d met in other parts of the country. That might be an unfair generalization, I’m just speaking from my personal experience.

Falling back into that lifestyle started me thinking. I wasn’t 100% happy with my #1 Amazon bestseller Yellow Fever: Love & Sex in China. There were a lot of stories and anecdotes I had to leave out, either because they didn’t fit the narrative or because I plain forgot. The only solution was to re-write it, including all the material I’d wish I’d included the first time. You don’t get many second chances in life, so when one comes along you should grab it by the balls. Or the vagina, as the case may be.

By the time I finished, it was an entirely different book, so I had no option but to change the title. Now it’s called This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom.

Another problem was, after eight months of editing, polishing, and re-writing, I had far too much material to possibly cram into one book. The only solution was to break it up into a series, so that’s what I did.

It worked out like this:

This is China: Misadventures in the Middle Kingdom

Part 1 – The North

Part 2 – Hunan Province

Part 3 – The Wilderness Years

Part 4 – The South

Parts 1 and 2 are available now on paperback and reduced-price ebook.

Part 3 is coming soon.

Hold on to your hats!

YELLOW FEVER EXTRACT – Cherry Pie

When I got back to Changsha I had a message from a student of mine called, Cherry Pie. This was a girl who never went home during the holidays in case the family that adopted her put her to work in the paddy fields. She heard I was leaving the school, and wanted to go out for dinner to say goodbye. No problem. I took her to a restaurant near my apartment, where we had a long talk. At the end of the night, when the last bus to the other side of town was due, I reminded her because I didn’t want her to miss it. She stayed in her seat, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

She didn’t want to leave.

We went for a walk instead, and then there was only one place we could go. My apartment. We hugged, we kissed, she took off her dress and we got in bed.

And then she told me she was a virgin. the irony of her being called ‘Cherry’ wasn’t lost on me.

Some guys might be into that kind of thing, but it weirded me out. Just to be clear here, she was twenty years of age. I didn’t want to be the one to take the most precious thing she had from her, especially as I was leaving so soon. So for once in my life, I did the right thing. Or at least, what I thought was the best thing for all parties. I left her in bed, went out and got drunk.

All night I asked myself what the fuck I was doing with my life. There was a hot, naked girl in my bed at home, a virgin no less, and I’d chosen to go out drinking by myself rather than give her what she so obviously wanted. I was conflicted.

I half-hoped she’d be gone by the time I got back. But when I tiptoed in a few hours later, Cherry Pie was still there, still awake, and pretty upset with me. She didn’t understand why I’d gone out and left her. In her mind, she’d offered me the most valuable thing she had to give, and I refused. It was the ultimate rejection.

She only spoke to me once more after that night, a couple of years later. She asked me if I regretted my decision. I said yes, I most definitely did. Sometimes, there’s a price to pay for doing the right thing.

This is an extract from the #1 Amazon Bestseller Yellow Fever: Love & Sex in China, available on ebook and paperback now.

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Dating Chinese Women – The Phone Number Conundrum

When you’re out and about in China, don’t be surprised if girls come up to you and ask for your phone number. Guys do it, too. That’s a little disconcerting, but is a product of the general kudos that comes with having foreign ‘friends,’ especially in the smaller towns and cities where it’s more of a novelty.

Take it in your stride and don’t get too excited. The phone number thing can lead to all kinds of misunderstandings. In Western culture, if a girl comes up and asks for your number, or even better, gives you hers, you could be forgiven for thinking you’d be onto a winner. Otherwise, she wouldn’t give you her number, right?

Wrong.

It’s not that simple in China. Most things aren’t that simple in China. There are huge cultural differences.

Let’s, for example, say that you are out walking one afternoon, meet a woman, make a bit of small talk and exchange phone numbers. You might go home and send her a text message. The odds are, she won’t reply.

Yeah, she might be busy, so you leave it a day or two and text her again.

No reply.

If she is especially hot, or you are especially desperate, you might try one more time.

Still no reply.

It’s at this point that most Western guys give up, because in our culture if a girl doesn’t reply to your messages she isn’t interested.

Not necessarily so in China.

There, they value patience and persistence much more than western girls do. If you ask Chinese couples to tell you how they met, it’s not unusual to hear slightly creepy tales of overly possessive behaviour and what, to our Western minds, sound a lot like stalking. One girl I know told me that her then-boyfriend won her over by standing outside her dormitory every night and following her whenever she went out. In the end, she just gave in and ‘accepted’ his love, whereas most Western women probably would have called the police.

If you concede defeat the girl will conclude you didn’t really like her much anyway, otherwise you wouldn’t have given up so easily.

Get it?

Extracted from the book Dating Chinese Women: Tips, Tricks & Techniques. Available in ebook and paperback NOW

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Lisa, the Thai Bar Girl

The moment we walked into this bar, the girl he’d met before made a beeline for Chris, and one of her friends, who happened to be one of the hottest girls I’d ever seen (at least with beer goggles on) came over and started stroking my leg. She was in her early twenties, and had platinum dyed blonde hair. I called her Lisa because I couldn’t pronounce her real name. She didn’t seem to mind. As we swigged beer, with me paying for the drinks, obviously, she told me she was a member of the Shan ethnic minority, predominantly from Myanmar but also to be found in China (some historians believe they originally migrated from Yunnan province), Laos and, yes, Thailand. Especially Chiang Mai.

For the next two hours, Lisa was the perfect companion. She was attentive, charming, funny. She laughed at my jokes and went to the bar to get my beer whenever my bottle ran empty. She didn’t ask for any expensive cocktails. She did ask me to buy her a beer, but then she gave it to me anyway.

At some point, she asked me if I would like to take her home. I absolutely did, but I needed to check something first. I told her that I was wary of ladyboys. “You think I’m a guy?” she asked, plucked, shaped eyebrows arching in surprise. She looked a little offended, which made me feel bad.

“You can never be too careful,” I said. I’d seen some very impressive-looking dudes during my time in Thailand. My fears were allayed when Lisa took my hand and put it up her skirt. There was no penis. The only thing hiding in her underwear was a deliciously shaven pussy, and it was already wet.

When the bar closed at midnight, we went for a meal with some of her colleagues, a ladyboy and a lesbian. It was possibly the most bizarre supper I’ve ever had, but they were good people. They even offered to pay for my meal. When we finished, Lisa and I walked back to Zz House. The place was quiet, the communal area deserted. Thankfully, everyone was in bed. There was no shame in taking home a bar girl. It’s pretty much accepted, and I made no secret of my intentions that night. I just prefer being discreet.

My room was on the ground floor. We went inside, sat on the bed, talked for a while, then she took off her dress. Her body was flawless. Soft, silky, slender and smooth. I put on a condom and pulled her on top of me so I could penetrate her from the bottom. She had large, pert breasts for an Asian girl, and I wanted to take full advantage of them.

Unusually for a working girl, it seemed she genuinely enjoyed it. Especially when I put her on her hands and knees and did her from behind. Believe it or not, I’ve fucked a lot of girls, including a fair amount of hookers, and I can tell when the moans are real and when they are fake. It felt like we had a genuine bond, which fit in with what other working girls in Thailand I’d talked to said about picking and choosing their clients.

At one point, I opened up and told her about the Lucy situation, and she said, “What do you expect? We have a saying in Thailand. If you date a Chinese or Japanese girl, you have a baby.”

I could see her point.

The whole experience with Lisa was like the perfect one night stand, from meeting an attractive girl in a bar, buying her drinks and making small talk all evening, then taking her home and fucking her brains out.

When we finished, she asked if she could stay the night because she was tired. I’d already hidden my passport, credit card, and cash, just in case, so I agreed, and we curled up naked and sweaty in each other’s arms.

This is an extract from Thailand: 27 days of Sin, available now on ebook and paperback.

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Finding Women in China – Off the Beaten Track

If going to bars and clubs isn’t your thing, don’t worry about it. You will also find an abundance of single ladies in shopping malls, cafes, supermarkets, parks, museums, libraries and public attractions of all descriptions.

Chinese women have pre-conceived ideas of what a ‘gentleman’ is, and it’s easy to play up to that. Introduce yourself and pretend to be lost, or ask for directions. A nice trick is to ask her opinion on something. This gives the impression that you value her thoughts and ideas. You can expect to be rejected a lot, obviously. But this is a numbers game, so the more women you approach the higher your chances become. It’s like being a footballer. The more shots you attempt, the more goals you score.

Approach them in much the same way you would a western girl, but with one crucial difference:

You don’t need any fancy openers here.

You’re foreign, so she’s already interested in what you have to say. Just be non-threatening, smile a lot, and over polite. Preface whatever you say with, “Excuse me, miss. Do you speak any English?” The vast majority speak at least some, but you are also giving her a convenient ‘get out’ clause. If she isn’t interested she can just say “no” and you can both move on.

Taking part in extra-curricular activities is another good way to meet women. Join a gym, a social club, or a Chinese class and look out for cultural events and activities like dumpling making and tea ceremony classes. Chinese women are very proud of their culture and history, and would love to tell you more about it. Also, the male-female ratio at most of these events is heavily weighted in your favour. Bonus.

If that’s too much trouble, volunteer for English corners or English clubs. You won’t have to spend too long looking for them. As soon as the people who run them find out there is a new foreigner in town, they’ll be begging you to get involved. Many private schools run such events to attract new students, and it isn’t unheard of for teachers at different places to swap duties and appear at each other’s English corners just to meet new women.

Extracted from the book Dating Chinese Women: Tips, Tricks & Techniques. Available in ebook and paperback NOW!

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