When shopping, Koreans have this weird tendency to always stare, be it at you or even what you have in your shopping trolley. We've even had an Ajuma manhandle our carrots when we were paying for them. Yip, she looked back, saw what we were paying for and physically picked up the carrot packet and and scrutinized them as if we were going through customs. Feeling satisfied she placed them down and continued with her payment. Now at this point Nix and I were so flabbergasted we did not know what to think of what had just happened. Was she being rude, just inquisitive or should we have felt honored to have our carrots manhandled and approved?
We also put in leave for last week. It was a blessing in disguise as we needed to get our studies rolling. Yes, we have decided to study teaching through the formidable ...UNISA... there I said it, not that they would've heard me. It only took 9 months to get successfully registered. This included the period where they "improved" their call center by implementing an email center to never respond to queries. There were however some decent support staff that went out of their way to ensure we got successfully registered. We also had some much appreciated help from friends and family. So back to studying again, really thought my last Afrikaans exam was in 1998. But its all good, as Koreans love to study too. So much so they have various facilities used as study areas. Sure one could go to a library, not many where we are though. Sure, we could study at home. But why when we could go to a room cafe that has a barista (from the Italian for "
But, we also made time to relax too. We headed off to Busan for 2 days. I also wanted to check out the lens rentals place at CamediaSquare
(www.camediasquare.com).
Manged to rent out the EF50mm 1.8 II prime as well as a macro lens, the EF100mm f/2.8L Macro IS USM for Nix. Although we were in winter and not much macro opportunities in sight, we had a "great time" testing them. Especially at the Thai massage place in Haeundae. That's where the real manhandling took place.
As we speedily got into a taxi, due to the long wait for my ARC approval at Camedia, we arrived at the Thai massage place. The elevator doors opened to fresh smelling incense. The walls were decorated in gold and objects from the adventures of Indiana Jones. The low lighting provided a feeling of warmth and safety from the busy and cold outside world (How short lived that was). We were greeted and escorted to our private room with massage mattresses on the floor. Once kitted, our "torture" therapists arrived. Now, Nix and I still have not been to Thailand, and we hear its a great place to visit and that the massages there are a fraction of the price we were charged. But dammit, someone forgot to tell us how much strength those nimble women have. We were placed in positions that yoga experts and contortionists would have no problem with and our chiropractor would cringe at. We were mermaids, praying mantises and frogs for most of the massage. We got walked all over, twisted and pressed until the sweat was beading from our foreheads. It was an unforgettable 2 hour experience.
The next day, Nix almost pulled out her back and my neck went into spasm at the Busan Aquarium attempting to pose for an underwater shot.




















