This is a redo of a very very early comic, before I even had a tablet. Sometimes flight attendants can have trouble with Korean names, but it seems they have some tactics to avoid having to say the name. Fantastic!
Yup, it’s pretty quiet here! He is in Melbourne until Monday. Usually if I don’t have a comic idea I rely on him to either do something funny or remind me of another time where he did something interesting or funny. But he’s not here!
I’m glad he is having fun in Melbourne though. He did a lot of backpacking before he met me and he really loves travelling and meeting new people. But he called me last night and complained about how dirty everyone is in the backpackers he is staying in is! Maybe he has got too used to the comfortable married life?
He was not happy! He has gone back to Sydney for work but I’m just staying in my home town for a few more days. He caught the train yesterday and there were soo many school kids on it because they were on a school excursion. We say ‘school excursion’ in Australia, but I think in the U.S. it’s ‘field trip’?
Anyway, he had to sit next to these kids for about 6 hours! He called me when he got to Sydney and said he didn’t talk to them because “they are evil.” They tried to talk to him of course, but he ignored them. He has had experience with naughty Australian children before, so he knew if he talked to them, they would realise he has a different accent. Then they’ll make fun of it or try to get him to says lots of things so they can be rude to him. He likes young children and babies, but school age children can just be so feral.
He gets angrier at naughty children than I do because he is the one from a hierarchical society. Of course children can be very naughty in Korea too, but the way Australian children can behave makes him even angrier.
He said when the kids were finally getting off the train, the teacher was herding them off and said to him, “Come on, get off the train,” thinking he was one of the kids. She then looked properly and saw that is was a very angry Asian man (it’s not like he is very small either!) and was embarrassed and apologised.
So I’m back in Sydney now. And I haven’t unpacked yet. I know I’m going to be forced to do it very soon though… My husband is starting his speech, “This is our plans for the day!” I know unpacking will be one of them.
This comic actually appeared on the Tumblr first, because I like to mix things up a bit.
This was last year when we went to Malaysia for a few days.
My husband did not realise that she’d said thank you in Korean when she’d handed our passports back. She saw he was Korean and so had used Korean and he just took his passport and walked away! Well it was about 4am.
It is funny when people don’t realise their native language is being spoken. My brother was asked directions by a Japanese student in Sydney one time. My brother speaks fluent Japanese and realised this guy was Japanese so gave detailed directions in Japanese. The guy made no acknowledge of my brother speaking his native language and went on his way. I wonder if it hit him later that a random Australian guy had spoken Japanese or if he was thinking, “Wow I can understand English really well!”
Sometimes I think I can understand Korean well but then I realise it’s because I’m just understanding all the loan words from English.
My husband is scared of bugs and insects. He will shriek like a little girl if he sees one. He wasn’t always scared though. In fact, where he grew up in rural Korea is swarming with creepy-crawlies and he wasn’t grossed out by them when he was younger. At some point as an adult thought he has learned to be afraid of them. Therefore I’m the one who always deals with them, which I don’t mind because I don’t have a problem with them. But I find sometimes it’s just better to not tell him when there is one.
I showed him this comic last night and told him I removed about 5 millipedes from our room in Vanuatu while we were there. He was like, “Really????? WHAT THE…”
Hehehe. I kept it a secret so he wouldn’t get scared. I really don’t understand why he hates them so much when he can easily get rid of a mouse and isn’t grossed out. Oh well, I’m happy to get rid of bugs and insects if he deals with problems like mice. Eughhhhhh I hope we never have a problem with mice.
When we were on our honeymoon in Vanuatu, we took the opportunity to go out on a boat and go snorkeling.
Every time we get on a boat he asks if we can wear life jackets and where the life jackets are. This time he actually wanted to wear a life jacket while we went snorkeling. Luckily for him, the tour operators give everyone a floatie once they get into the water. We call these types of floaties ‘noodles’. I realised I didn’t really need one, so my husband was happy to take mine and to bob around with 2 noodles.
Swimming is a cultural difference that pops up a lot. The majority of Australians can swim. When Koreans ask me, “Can you swim?” I feel like they are asking me something like “Can you walk?” It’s such a normal skill to have here that it shocks me that so many Koreans can’t swim. My husband can swim, he is just not confident (hence the constant asking for life jackets), but he was actually in the Korean Navy! He did his national service in the Navy and managed to have no trouble getting through with poor swimming skills.
In conclusion: go snorkeling in Vanuatu. It is amazing! Especially if you live in Australia or New Zealand- it’s only a few hours away.
When we were in Vanuatu we came across this hat in a shop. There are many Chinese shops in Port Vila but it was funny to come across Hangul in one of them. And Hangul that makes no sense.
It says “Children…….something…..Monk”.
So someone just had random Hangul printed on these hats. Not really surprising when you consider how much bad English is on clothing. Who are these people who decide what will be on these clothes? Are they locked in a room with no computer and internet? I seriously wonder sometimes.
We got back from our honeymoon last Sunday. We went to Vanuatu for about five days. As well as the traditional Vanuatu people there are also many Australians, New Zealanders, French and Chinese there. Many many Chinese owned shops. That’s not that unusual as Chinese people are spread all around the world. Koreans, less so. We were curious though. Are there any Koreans in Vanuatu?
Port Vila, where we stayed, is the capital of Vanuatu and it’s pretty small! The population is about 40 thousand. We started realising that many of the cars on the road were Korean. Not just Korean brand but second hand cars imported from Korea. Many still had the original hangul on them saying this mini bus was for children or old people. Someone must be importing Korean cars, surely they would be a Korean person?
Two days passed and no sign of any Koreans until one time we were being driven back to our resort and up on a hill, near a Thai restaurant, I saw a sign that said ‘Korean Restaurant’. Surely Koreans run that! I could see the sign but I couldn’t see exactly where the restaurant was. Every time we were driven on that road I looked for the sign but I couldn’t be sure if there was actually a restaurant there. There were buildings there but were they just a hotel? Maybe there was one that had shut down and the sign was old.
On our last afternoon there (we were flying out the next day) we found ourselves with not much to do. We’d spent the morning snorkeling and jet boat riding and we’d caught a bus instead of being driven in the resort van, so we had no driver waiting for us. We thought- let’s have an adventure! This was our last chance to find out if there really was a Korean restaurant there.
We knew the sign we saw for the Korean restaurant was quite far from the centre of town and we only had a vague idea of the direction it was in. We started in that direction anyway. We stopped and asked people on the way but they didn’t seem to know where it was- they weren’t even sure of the Thai restaurant we knew was near it. We walked for over an hour and guessed which streets to turn in to. I started giving up hope of finding it but my husband was adamant that we were going the right way. Normally I would not trust him as he has a terrible sense of direction but this time I didn’t argue. Maybe being a Korean his nose was leading him towards Korean food? haha.
Finally we saw the sign for the Thai restaurant and just a bit further along was the sign for the Korean restaurant. We couldn’t see the restaurant though, just a large parking area. We asked some people who were sitting around if there was a Korean restaurant here and they pointed us to the large newer looking building at the back of the parking area. Lots of people seemed to be going through a door. Balloons were everywhere. What was this?
We stepped inside and I saw a man I knew must be Korean. He was greeting everyone that was entering this large room where it looked like a party was being held. I asked if he was Korean and I quickly said “My husband is Korean” and pushed my husband forward. They spoke in Korean and soon we were ushered into the room and welcomed.
It turns out this was the celebration of the Korean restaurant opening (it opened officially the next day). There was food and entertainment and real Koreans! After trudging up stupid hills for the past hour it was amazing to walk into something like this. Apparently there was once a Korean restaurant here that had shut down but this man was reopening it.
The owner was really happy to have us unexpectedly arrive because apparently a honeymoon couple visiting for the opening brings good luck. That made me feel better about us gorging ourselves on all the free food!
There was a mix of people at the party but the Korean people there soon realised my husband was Korean (though some thought he might have been Japanese at first). There are only about 50 Koreans in Vanuatu so a new Korean face is a novelty. Most of the Korean men were much older than my husband but were so keen to talk to him. He collected several business cards.
The entertainment was traditional islander dances performed by dance troops that were really great. There was food in abundance- including a roast pig. It was amazing that we had stumbled across this just at the right time.
One man in particular was very keen to talk to my husband. We were introduced to his family and invited to his home. It turns out he is one of the people importing Korean cars to Vanuatu! He’d come here and built up his business which was so successful he had recently built a large house. They have two young daughters who speak both English and Korean but also that night two other young Korean girls were staying so we were confronted with four very loud bilingual children! I went swimming with them while my husband retreated to the kitchen to talk with the father.
We had a really nice time with this family and were invited to stay with them next time we come back to Vanuatu. I have no idea how we managed to arrive at exactly the right time for the celebrations and then meet such lovely welcoming people. I would have given up half way but my husband insisted we were walking up the right hill. I’m guessing it really was his nose leading him towards the smell of food. Or maybe there was something more innate and he could sense where fellow Koreans were?
The next morning before our flight out we went back to the restaurant (this time we told a bus driver exactly where to go) and had a meal (will post review of it.) We talked again to some people we had met the night before- including the very kind owner. All too soon we had to leave.
Vanuatu is a really great country to visit. It is beautiful and the people there are so lovely. We had an awesome time and we did some amazing things and saw some amazing things. What happened on the last night was the least expected thing though!