Tuesday, 22 January 2013

We love Kimchi!

This will be late news to some and amazingly surprising for others, but we have an announcement:

We officially love Kimchi.

Naturally, we also have developed an affinity for the korean variety of spiced and fermented cabbage that anyone who knows anything about Korea knows about, but what I am referring to is this:


This is a Kimchi. More precisely, this is Kimchi (with a capital K). At the time of writing, we have had her for just over 10 days. She has just started to warm up to us, which is to be expected.

Here's the story: as some of you know very well, Hannah and I (especially Hannah) have been looking for a pet kitty for some time. The difficulty, however, was finding a mature cat (over a year old) that has been neutered. Bonus points for difficulty: NOT a pure-bred cat! What we wanted, ideally, was a stray cat that was fixed at a shelter... however, the only animal shelter in Busan (more precisely Gimhae) deals only with dogs. No cats. At all. The nearest cat shelter is in Daegu- 3 hours to the both by Korail, and even then it's no guarantee!

We have tried a number of animal hospitals around our area, including the one with the French-speaking vet, and even went very far afield to Gimhae City (2 hours away by Busan transit) to see a cat breeder, only to find tonnes and tonnes of WAY too tiny kittens and overpriced, sexually functional pure bred cats. Not exactly fulfilling work, but we did see a surprising amount of the city through our searches.

Eventually, I got annoyed from expending all of this effort for no gain and emailed the aforementioned animal shelter (BAPS: Busan Animal Protection Shelter) to inquire about cats. After all, maybe they had some that were not mentioned. After a mere 3 hours, they replied and affirmed that they had no cats. HOWEVER, they are associated with a vet near Dongeuil University who might have some info about cats. So, YAY!, now I had an "in", as I like to say.

About 4 days later, I was put in contact with the vet who, as luck would have it, had a client with a stray cat that she had taken in. The cat had been neutered only 7 days prior and had recently finished weaning her litter of kittens. After very short deliberation with Hannah (who was thrilled), we arranged to meet that weekend.

Shortly after arriving at the vet's office, the lady with the cat arrived with a bright yellow pet carrier. We were both excited and nervous. Now, I won't go into the minutia of our first impressions of the cat we would later name Kimchi, but suffice it to say she was quite nervous too. By this, I mean she was terrified and ought out every hiding place available in the vet's office! I said that "Maybe she's a racist cat", which the vet found highly amusing! After hearing her story, her behaviour was not exactly a surprise:

Kimchi is a former stray cat who was living in a storage locker somewhere on the opposite side of town from us. Apparently the lady inherited the locker from a relative and had been feeding the cat for the better part of a year. We heard from the vet that out Kimchi was "very famous" in her neighbourhood for being a very friendly and social cat; so much so that the owners of the storage complex gave special permission for the cat to live in the locker. In this locker the had a litter of four kittens about four months ago and had been tending to them in there.

Home, sweet house

However, the winter (until very recently) has been much colder than usual in Busan and the storage complex owners insisted that the cat had to be removed... so the lady renting the locker took the cat in and gave away the kittens. She kept the cat for 10 days and got her neutered with the intention of keeping her as a pet; however, she was very hostile toward her other two pet cats, so she decided to give her away for adoption. So, really, at the time of meeting her, Kimchi had been through a lot in a very short time period! Separated from her kittens, taken to a new home, neutered, and being given away to another home in under two weeks. Poor bugger.

Once we got a good look at her, my biologist/future medical doctor "instincts" came out and I gave her an examination. No infections, no mites, no exoparasites, well-nourished.... just scared as all hell. Hannah and I eventually decided that she would calm down after a while and agreed to adopt her. Here's the extra-special late-Christmassy part: the lady agreed to give her away for 100,000KRW (about 85$ CDN), however, she loved her so much that she did not want any of this money for herself! Rather, she would GIVE Kimchi to us with the condition that we spent 100,000KRW at the vet for supplies for the cat- stuff that we were going to buy anyway! How could we refuse that?!

And so, we loaded up with food, toys, and litter, and went to the subway. We got a LOT of stares from the other people on the subway! Eventually, we brought the cat home and, before unleashing the cat on our apartment, I insisted on some christening words: "I DECLARE THIS THE NEW APARTMENT FOR OUR WAYWARD KITTY! RELEASE.... THE KITTY!!!"

...for those who do not understand the reference. ((NOTE! Do NOT watch this if you are easily frightened or suffer extreme vertigo))

And so, with great fanfare and rejoicing, our new kitty.... stayed in her carrier for the next 3 hours. A little anti-climactic. After a while, we fished her out.... and she ran under the TV stand for ANOTHER 4 hours. Then, we got annoyed, fished her out, and blockaded the spot... but she found another: a small cubby hole in the shelf. "Fine", we thought, and let her wait it out there for the next 6 hours. Some time in the night, she EXPLODED in her litter box and devoured her food. She would remain in her cubby hole for the next 2 days.

...and every other possible hiding place in between

Now, she will let us pet her without flinching and even plays with her mouse-on-a-rope! She is still a while away from coming up to us for affection and cuddling us at night, but at least she is out of her cubby hole!

Of course, now she's always on Hannah's chair in the corner

So, to conclude, we now have our kitty! Sometimes, you just have to ask! If any expats reading this want to get their own kitty or puppy in Busan, make sure you contact BAPS (or ShinDOGS). They are run by expat volunteers and so speak English, which makes things a hell of a lot smoother! I totally intend to give them a cash donation.

Hannah in a moment of elation



Friday, 11 January 2013

So, I got a text message...

So, I got a text message today from my "bank". The message is as follows:

"HELLO THIS IS BUSAN BANK. I WANT TO MAKE SURE UR A/C NUMBER CUZ OPPOSITE BANK REPLY THAT UR A/C NUMBER IS WRONG. PLZ CALL THIS NUMBER"

Just like that. All caps, and texting-speech preserved for your viewing pleasure. To be sure, this was a very important text! There seems to be an issue with my banking information and they want to know my A/C number. I replied in kind:

"YOU CAN BE TO HAS A/C!!1 IS TO ISN'T NOT A WHIZEN A/C. NUMBER ARE 1. PUSAN BANK PLZ TO HAVE AIR CONDITIONING!"

Now that my air conditioning number has been cleared up... "Also, if you want to make a good spamming text from a BANK, turn off caps-lock and use full words. Seriously... are you 12 or something? Don't call me again."

I have yet to hear a reply, but I can only assume that my Whisen air conditioning unit quantity has been received and verified by my local branch. Close one, right?? I hope my pay gets through!

...Idiots...

-Garrett

***UPDATE***

Well, I feel like Asshole of the Year! Apparently, that actually WAS my bank informing me that there was an issue with my recent bank transfer to TD Bank. Whoops... Well, the issue has since been resolved and the guy understood my confusion (after I apologized a few times... in PERSON). But seriously, what bank asks for details like that via frigging TEXT MESSAGE?!

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Needles in My Feet

Another fun (I use the term loosely) experience was our first real korean acupuncture.
After much time spent looking for a place that had good reviews, or at least some sort of review so we could be certain it was a sketchy hell-hole we set out on an adventure. We heard of an English-speaking one down by the beach, and we just took off.
Surprise surprise, an hour of searching only to discover it was gone.
We begin walking home very very disappointed.
My knees are still a wreck, and Garrett's back was a huge knot.
Then, we realized, hey--
that sign says "하니ㅘㄴ (haniwon), meaning oriental clinic. That was enough for us, so we went in. After miming things to the secretary we saw the doctor, who, surprise surprise, had decent English. Turns out he specialized in feet and posture.
He took our foot prints and sat us down.
Looking at my foot print, he just says "ooh, many problems. This goes to your knees." (points to my foot and compares to an image on screen).
The guy was definitely trying to sell us on these 300,000\ insoles, but, other than that, he was great!

Then, the needles. Again, Garrett held my hand. I wasn't too scared, but, to my surprise, it hurt like a bitch. The needles were all in my feet. On nerves, almost poking my bones. I was pretty miserable. They chuckled as Garrett told me stories to calm me down, but the nurse had to stop herself from laughing out loud when I just started chanting "I love muffins. Think about muffins. chocolate chips."
Garrett was also in pain, but took it like a man.
In the end, I ran out vowing never to go back--which is a shame, because it worked great! The knots moved out of my knee the next day. They were in my quad, and my calf (but that's better! There they can be stretched out), but not my knees!!

And, it was only 6,000\ each! I would do it again if I wasn't a wuss..

Will you take my apples??

So, the other day (as in way back in December), I had a weird experience. I was teaching the 5th graders by myself as my co-teacher, 혀나 (Hyuna), was speaking exams in the hallway.

To review, we were playing a game. ESL in korea is mostly powerpoint games, no matter where you are. Me and Garrett try to do more exciting things, but sometimes you are specifically asked to play a stupid, waste-of-everytime's-time PPT game.
So, that is what I did.

Blah, blah, blah, we play this game, and at the end of class, the winning group comes to collect their candy (another requirement in Korean ESL. I, again, was required to hand out candy no matter how poorly they behave, or any other stipulation.)

Candy, candy, candy. Then, one particularly annoying student decides to stick his hand in the jar and pull out as many as he can. Now, I really do love my job, but this is one of my 5 or so students that are absolute terrors. He has a habit of sticking his hand in the candy jar and running away. Needless to say, I was not impressed. As I'm explaining to him that his behaviour is unacceptable, and there's no way he's getting candy after that, I see this poor girl who had been waiting patiently for a good 3 minutes I handed her a piece of victory candy.

Loud kid isn't paying attention, knocks her; she knocks over 혀나's coffee mug and annihilates every paper on the desk.
Annoying kid sulks away; girl freaks out and helps clean the mess up.





Here's the weird part. Next day, I come in to find an apple on my desk with a note (in korean). I think, oh, sweet, I have a brown-noser. 혀나 explains that the apple is from the girl the day before. In korean, the words "apology" and "apple" are the same, so by asking "내 사과를 받아 줄래?" you are asking for someone to accept both your apology and apple. It's a pretty nifty symbol that not only gets the point across but gets you a snack.
sweet!