Seoul – 2004

Oh! No! It’s another of those newsletter thingys…
Well, it has been a while since my last trip away (January 2003) . This time the travel bug has bitten me in my Seoul.
The land with acres of shopping malls, markets and more beautiful palaces than you can poke a stick at. You will be relieved to know that absolutely nothing weird has happened so far; do I hear a “It will, it will” from the back.
The trip
I leave Kingsford-Smith airport (otherwise known as Sydney airport) on Sunday 23rd May 2004 and fly to Seoul using Asiana airways. They have grey Boeing 777 and 747-400’s.
Seoul, the capital of Korea, is located halfway down the peninsula near the west coast, the site of ancient settlement. It is located between Korea’s mountains and the Hangang River.
I have found a cheapish hotel near the royal palace of Gyeongbokgung, the largest among the five major palaces of its time, was established in 1395, 3 years after King Taejo (Yi Seonggye) founded the Choson Dynasty.
The construction of this palace began in the 10th lunar month and was completed the following year.
Gyeongbok Palace remained a royal residence for 200 years and has been acknowledged as the principal palace of the Choson dynasty. Beautiful lotus ponds, bridges, and numerous pavilions encircle the Gyeongbok Palace quarters. However, this majestic site was destroyed during the Japanese invasion of 1592 and remained in ruins for over 250 years. In 1865, the palace was restored and restructured to its original magnitude. When Korea was occupied by Japan in 1910, the Japanese, leaving only a dozen structures, demolished most of the 200 buildings within the 419,100 square meter palace grounds.

I have been in practice
You may know that the centre of Bondi Junction has been razed to the ground and a new shopping complex is being built. In fact, it is nearly complete. Some of the major stores like Wollies, Coles, David Jones and Myers are all open for business. These major shops are in two areas either side of the street with an underground car park linking them at present (with a three level bridge to come).
Now we get to it. Three times in the last fortnight I have managed to loose the car in the underground maze. Actually that is not quite accurate on reflection. The first time I did have Judy’s help. She made a classic comment that the car was the other side of that “solid wall of rock”. The car park attendant who appeared quite used to people mislaying cars said that the wall was 8 feet thick with no way through and anyway it was a roadway on the other side and the car would have been towed away by now. Quite unnecessary I thought. The other two times I lost the car quite unaided.
I found that there is no way to look nonchalant endlessly pushing a supermarket trolley round and round the same bit of car park with an attendant smiling knowingly at you.
By the way these three events are car based, I have twice been forced out of the car park on foot up the car ramp as I could not locate the pedestrian exit. I should point out that I did find two glass doors that led out to the street and freedom but they were closed. In my defence, it was before 7am, I was not awake as I was on the way to the Gym. I had to have a rest first when I finally arrived as I was too tired to exercise.
So, as you can see, I have had much practice in “Getting lost”. I think if I can do it 4 minutes drive from home I should be able to manage something quite grand when I am in South East Asia and Europe.
Mary Donaldson (Mrs Fred to her friends)
Mary who last week became Crown Princess of Denmark met Frederick in the Slip Inn in Sussex St Sydney. They now advertise come in for drink go out with a Prince. She was born and lived in Hobart Tasmania. Denmark spent $37 million on the wedding. A representative of the Tasmanian government was asked why their celebrations were low key and what did they do. Her response was “We raised the Danish flag next to the Australian and Tasmanian flag on Parliament House on the day of her wedding”. Anything else, “That was a significant event to celebrate her wedding”. Yes but anything else “No”
From a Korean government website
If your Korean flag is damaged or worn out, it should not be discarded casually or used for other purposes; it should be burned in a discreet place.
Today’s Saying
“The bad ploughman quarrels with his ox” Anonymous (Korean Proverb)
The first joke – Naming the Twins
I am having difficulty in finding Korean jokes but I found this Irish one that I thought amusing …
A pregnant Irish woman from Dublin is involved in a car accident and falls into a deep coma. Asleep for nearly 6 months, when she wakes up she sees that she is no longer pregnant and frantically asks the doctor about her baby.

The doctor replies, “Ma’am you had twins! a boy and a girl. Your Uncle from Cork came in and named them.”

The woman thinks to herself, “Oh No, not my Uncle… he’s an idiot!”

She asks the doctor, “Well, what’s the girl’s name?”

“Denise.”

“Wow, that’s not a bad name, I like it! What’s the boy’s name?”

“Denephew.”

More humour – Learn Korean in 5 Minutes

That’s not right…
Sum Ting Wong I think you need a face lift…
Chin Tu Fat Your body odor is offensive…
Yu Stin Ki Pu

Are you harboring a fugitive?…
Hu Yu Hai Ding? It’s very dark in here…
Wai So Dim? He’s cleaning his automobile…
Wa Shing Ka

See me ASAP…
Kum Hia Nao I thought you were on a diet…
Wai Yu Mun Ching? I bumped into a coffee table…
Ai Bang Mai Ni

Stupid Man…
Dum Gai This is a tow away zone…
No Pah King Staying out of sight…
Lei Ying Lo

Small Horse…
Tai Ni Po Ni Our meeting is scheduled for next week…
Wai Yu Kum Nao? Did you go to the beach?…
Wai Yu So Tan?
Some fun with English
1. Avoid alliteration. Always.
2. Never use a long word when a diminutive one will do.
3. Employ the vernacular.
4. Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
5. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are unnecessary.
6. Remember to never split an infinitive.
7. Contractions aren’t necessary.
8. Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.
9. One should never generalize.
10. Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”

The Korean National Anthem
Before the birth of the Republic in 1948, the words were often sung to the tune of the Scottish folk song, Auld Lang Syne. Maestro Ahn Eak-tay (1905-1965), then living in Spain, felt that it was inappropriate to sing this patriotic song to the tune of another country’s folk song. So, he composed new music to go with the lyrics in 1935, and the Korean Provisional Government in exile adopted it as the national anthem. While Koreans outside the country sang the anthem to the new tune, those at home continued to use Auld Lang Syne till after Korea was liberated in 1945.

The Republic of Korea Government in 1948 officially adopted the new version as the national anthem and began to use it at all schools and official functions.

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The score is 2-1 Judy leads.
The point I scored was before I left the airport. It was time for me to go through to customs, prior to departure for Seoul so Judy had to go.
I went out to the exit door to see Judy off and she realised that she had forgotten where I left the car. After a bit of searching we found it more or less where we left it so I think that is one to me.
I got through customs OK an on to the plane. At around about McKay I decided it would be a hoot to give Judy a call on the satellite phone in the seat arm. I can’t tell you the cost as the CFO Pinnacle (Mrs H) will have a fit and stop my pocket money. It was about 10:15am Sydney time when I got through. I heard this familiar voice say “This is the home of Barry and Judy Hunt, I am sorry we are not able to take your call” etc. etc. etc. Without giving the whole game away I can say that to listen to the answering machine message cost Aus 6.70! Judy had (I found out later) shot through to the beach for a surf. That evened the score to 1 – 1.
That old Korean proverb.
I am a sucker to try all the freebees in the loo on the plane. You know things like Hand cream and after shave lotion. It would appear that I have developed the habit of shutting my eyes when I squirt after shave lotion on my face. A habit that it would appear sensible to break. Why? you ask. Well, I shut my eyes, squirt, no stinging sensation around the chops. Squirt again, still no sting. When I at last opened my eyes I had after shave all over the front of my shirt and down one sleeve but alas none on the chops. It was at this point that I recalled that old Korean proverb.
“If you shut eyes when squirting do test squirt first with eyes open to check aim.”
Some of you may well be asking the question “Is he fit to be let out”? Answers on a postcard please addressed to …..
Question
1. Why is it that no matter what time of day you fly, a meal on a plane is always followed by lights out and people feel compelled to sleep. It was only half past midday and rows of people were snoring soundly.
2. Why should the rules of the house at Kim’s Tourist Hotel (where I stayed) suggest that you “Deposit Honey and other valuable items at reception for safe keeping”.
3. Why should Kim’s provide a length of rope behind a glass to break in an emergency. Is it if the lift fails and when you knot all the sheets together to climb out of the window down to the street they stop short of the pavement. The rope provides that extra bit of length. Are the ropes on the 3rd floor longer than those on the 2nd.
Answers on a postcard please to ……
Travel Advisory – Korea
Allow one hour to make a 5 minute public telephone call.
After the failed attempt to call Judy by Satcom I thought it would be a nice idea to call Judy from the airport when I arrived. I planned to use my Australian phone card.
The story is that you dial a local number in Seoul and get an Aussie voice that guides you through entering account and pin numbers and with the aid of a technological miracle and after a suitable pause Mrs H chats. That is the theory anyway, in practice …..
Time Zero.
Dial the Seoul number repeatedly to be told the number doesn’t exist (in Korean and English which adds to the time taken.) By the way, why is it that any recorded message in a foreign language is longer that the English translation (by a power of 2 or 3).
In Korean:
“Excuse me, I regret to inform you that the number you have just dialled is not connected or was connected and is not now. May I respectfully suggest that you check the number and try again. We are sorry for this inconvenience and all of us at KDT (Korean Telecom) hope you have better luck the next time you choose to use our services. Thank you and goodbye.”
The young lady who speaks this message had elocution lesson for 3 years and did a degree course in “Charm and Media Relations” at the Hangsen University prior to getting the job.
In English:
“The number is wrong, redial”.
The message was put together from individually recorded words and is stored on a computer database, when replayed the tone of voice rises and falls more times than the proverbial Prostitute’s Underwear. (Sorry kids)
Time 20mins
Go looking for a newsagent that sells a phone card. This I did and bought one for 10,000 Won (Aus $8.00) The card is printed in Korean but comes with an English printed guide. Back to the phone booth, it is busy so wait for 5 minutes to try again.
Time 35mins
The instructions say dial 08216 and key in your pin number. Well I put in all the numbers (in English – Arabic) that I could see. None worked. I since looked a little more carefully at the card (as you do on holiday) and realised I had entered:
1. The KDT customer service support telephone number.
2. The 1800 number for Hyundai Sales who advertise on the card.
3. The bar code for phone cards at the news agency.
Time 45mins
Back to the news agency, queue, and ask where the pin number is. It turned out to be successfully hidden under some black stuff that you rub off with a finger nail. Queue for 3 minutes at the phone booth again.
Time 53mins
Dial 08216 – 2# (for English prompts) – 247 01234 1327 (pin number) – 001 61 2 9389 6617 (home number)
Time 55mins
Talk to Judy for 5 minutes when card runs out.
Time 60mins
Call ends 60 minutes after the first attempt to call. This proves the Travel advisor that you need an hour to make a five minute call.
The relaxing Taxi ride
Firstly if you are of a nervous disposition than I suggest read about The Good Bits below. For those of you that are still with me, here we go.
The ride started well, the polite driver asked if he could stop for gas (real gas not petrol). But the fear started immediately we pulled away from the kerb. I have never been driven so badly – here are the highlights.
1. A top speed of 155kph in a 100kph zone.
2. The driver looking over the top of his spectacles to dial a number on his mobile number while driving at 110kph (in an 80 zone)
3. No signals of any kind.
4. Changes lanes – 4 at one time whilst doing 140kph +
5. Two speeds – very, very fast and “Oops, I have wet my self”
6. Swerved violently twice to miss the concrete barrier.
7. Slows to 110kph (in an 80 zone) to go through Red Lights!
8. No red lights observed unless all lanes at the are traffic lights blocked with cars.
The Lonely Planet guide says “A taxi ride from Incheon Airport to the northern suburbs of Seoul will take 70-80 mins. I have news for them it only takes 54 minutes including a stop for Gas. I should point out that I chose to go by taxi as it is so much more stressful on a bus worrying about which stop to get off at!!!
To: Korean Department of Transport.
Subject: Recommendation for saving money
1. Stop painting white lines on the roads as no one I saw ever observed them.
2. Save even more money by not creating and painting zebra crossings.
I had stepped on to the road at a light controlled zebra crossing at Itewon and a truck went through on red. If it had been fitted with a larger wing mirror he would have saved me the trouble of ever combing my hair again.
The Good bits
Koreans are the friendliest people I have ever come across. If you pause in the street to look at a map someone will stop to ask if they can help you find your way. People ask you where you are from when they sit next to you in the subway (Metro, Underground). Bowing and smiling accompany every interaction making one feel so much happier and at ease. One feels totally safe wherever you go. People look at you and smile in the street. Initially, I thought this was just due to my rugged good looks, charm and the discovery of hair gel. Judy pointed out, quite rightly, that it was more due to the fact that as I only saw about a dozen westerners they were staring at something unusual. Another bubble burst!
I am flying this trip with with Asiana Airlines – a Korean airline company. The flight (to Seoul) had a high proportion of Koreans, presumably returning home from a holiday or work. A lot of bowing happens when you let people pass in the aisles, the air stewards bow when you leave the plane. It is quite infectious and I find myself doing it back. It is very civilised.
Today’s Saying
“A turtle travels only when it sticks its neck out” – Anonymous (Korean Proverb)
The first joke – Diet
The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.
CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
More humour – Is it Rain or Snow

Russian couple were walking down the street in Moscow one night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. “I think it’s raining,” he said to his wife.
“No, that felt more like snow to me,” she replied.
“No, I’m sure it was just rain” he said. Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing. Just then they saw a Communist Party official walking towards them.
“Let’s not fight about it,” the husband said, “let’s ask Comrade Rudolph whether it’s officially raining or snowing.” As the official approached, the man said, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?”
“It’s raining, of course,” he replied, and walked on.
But the woman insisted, “I know that felt like snow!”
To which the man quietly replied: “Rudolph the Red knows rain dear.”

Some more fun with English
1. Comparisons are as bad as clichés.
2. Don’t be redundant; don’t use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.
3. Be more or less specific.
4. Understatement is always best.
5. One-word sentences? Eliminate.
6. Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
7. The passive voice is to be avoided.
8. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.
9. Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.
10. Who needs rhetorical questions?

England’s Green and pleasant land
I spent a couple of fun days in Coventry (with my mate Jeremy Hopkins) at the largest collection of British motor vehicles and at Derby at the Royal Crown Derby porcelain factory and museum. It appears the good customers of Crown Derby are the ones that order a 6,000 piece dinner service. I recon would allow you to host a dinner for about 600 people – think of all the washing up! We had a great time together as usual. A further great time was had when Jeremy, Shirley and I had a picnic on the banks of the Thames at Henley. We used Shirley’s magic table. It is a picnic table with legs that you can throw up in the air and they land all spread out evenly and ready to have a elastic slatted top hooked on to them (Well more or less). The whole thing folds up into a bag that slings over one’s shoulder in a carefree and jaunty manner. Well, it does if the sun is out and the birds are singing and you are by the river at Henley. Take me word for it.
France invaded – again.
This time by 3 handsome young(ish) men. Simon, Matthew and I have taken the Eurostar to Lille – The Cultural capital of Europe – for the weekend. We travelled in style and were given a three course meal with unlimited champagne. I thought it got dark suddenly until the boys pointed out that we were in a tunnel. While we were there I managed to loose my wallet for 10 minutes. It slipped out of my back pocket in a restaurant. I missed it when we were a couple of blocks away. When we returned (at full gallop) we learnt that the waiter had found it and kept it. How luckily can a person get. Hooray for French waiters. So now some holiday snaps.
I thought you might enjoy a look at this snap of me reading the back cover of my book by the Bois de Boulogne. Simon and Matthew say that I must be a slow reader as I was reading the cover for 20 minutes (at an angle). Just maybe I had fallen asleep. What do you think?
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The next picture was taken after a long lunch when I ordered half a litre of wine and the waiter had mistaken the order for a full litre. As My Mum always taught me it was rude to leave the table until you had eaten (and drunk) everything. I fear I may have been rather more animated that afternoon than normal. Luickly for me (???) Simon was on hand to capture the moment of greeting when I returned from the Pisoir (French for the metal outside toilet designed for and used by men). You may remember that one was run over by a tank in the TV comedy ‘Alllo ‘Allo.
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Lastly a Hunt family photo
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A visit to the Royal Berkshire Hospital.
My Mum, Dorothy, aged 95, had to visit hospital for a few days while I was with her. Something that she did not like at all but endured. I should first explain that the “Royal” is most likely because they keep a spare bed for the Queen in case she is taken ill whilst at Windsor. If she needs a minor ops or similar she can be in a taxi, down the M4 and into bed before you can say “Royal Corgis”. Anyway ….
My Mum started in the Clinical Decision Unit (CDU) at 6pm on Monday which assesses patients and either send them home with a pack of pills or admits them to a ward. In Mum’s case she was admitted to Banyon ward at 11pm later that night and I promised to return at 8am the next day to talk with her to the doctors. It will give you an idea how much she does not like hospitals when I tell you that she discharged herself at 7:50 on Tuesday morning. She managed to get past the nurses in Banyon and out into the corridor. At that point a nurse saw her, read her arm band, which unfortunately still said Clinical Decision Unit. Very helpfully she assisted Mum to the CDU who said “We sent her to Banyon last night”. They did an about turn and walked back to Banyon. This trip took about 30 minutes during which time I had arrived to be greeted by a nurse who said “We have lost your Mum”. Order was restored and they did, in fact, manage to keep her more or less in the ward until her discharge home on Wednesday morning. The nurses maintained that they were not allowed to rope her leg to the bed (as I had suggested) but there were some unexplained marks on her ankle when she got home – I wonder if they were made by rope?
The Airport farewell
It was nice for the first time on my trips to England to be farewelled at the airport. Matthew and Mandy saw me off from London Heathrow. It was a shame that only one of my children (and daughter-in-law) were able to make it. I guess there was an excuse for Karen as she has my two young grandchildren to look after and I suppose she was in Sydney also. Simon was able to phone me, Matthew is convinced that there was the sound of chinking beer glasses in the background. Simon says they were coffee cups and that he was hard at work in the office. Of course I believe you Simon!
For the first time I had the use of a mobile telephone on holiday (courtesy of Simon) and I must say how useful I found it. I did get told off from both the boys, more than once, to turn it on in the morning and leave it on all day (Oh! Yes! and to carry it with me). You see being of more mature years and rugged good looks I must say that I have not embraced the mobile telephone as well as all my children have. I go away with it on the first day because Simon told me off for not having it switched on all day. Luckily he was dialling the wrong number. I did not get away with it on subsequent days. I even learnt how to send text messages. Although I found text messages very disheartening. It would take me half and hour to type and send a three line message to one of the boys and a four line reply would come back in 47 seconds. Mandy, who was at the Queen’s tennis tournament even sent me a 7 part message (article?) about Philippoussis undignified exit from the tournament. It probably took her all of a minute and a half to send.
(Should I admit to them all that I have been home for a week and today was the first day I switched my mobile on?) No I think not – all their hard work wasted.
Today’s Saying
“A kitchen knife cannot carve its own handle” – Anonymous (Korean Proverb)
A little joke first
A Hunter walking through the jungle found a huge dead elephant with a really tiny pigmy standing beside it. Amazed, he asked: “Did you kill that?”.
The pigmy said “Yes.”
The hunter asked “How could a little fella like you kill a huge beast like that?”
Said the pigmy: “I killed it with my club.”
The astonished hunter asked: “How big is your club?”
The pigmy replied: “There’s about 90 of us.”
No web page is complete without a desert island joke…

On a group of beautiful deserted tropical islands in the middle of nowhere, the following people are suddenly stranded by, as you might expect, a shipwreck:

2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman
2 French men and 1 French woman
2 German men and 1 German woman
2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman
2 English men and 1 English woman
2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman
2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman
2 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman
2 American men and 1 American woman
2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman

One month later on these same absolutely, stunningly beautiful desert (and deserted) Islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:
One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman
The 2 French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage-a-trois
The 2 German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
The 2 Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The 2 English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The 2 Bulgarian men took one look at the endless ocean, another long look at the Bulgarian woman, and started swimming…
The 2 Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.
The 2 Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, a liquor store, a restaurant, and a Laundromat. And have got the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for the store.
The 2 American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide because the American woman keeps endlessly complaining about her body, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything they can do, the necessity of fulfilment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, how her relationship with her mother is improving, and at least the taxes are low, and it isn’t raining….
The 2 Irish men have divided the Island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture, because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut whiskey. But they are satisfied because at least the English aren’t having any fun.

Some more fun with English
1. Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.
2. Don’t never use a double negation.
3. capitalize every sentence and remember always end it with a point
4. Do not put statements in the negative form.
5. Verbs have to agree with their subjects.
6. Proofread carefully to see if you words out.
7. If you reread your work, you can find on rereading a great deal of repetition can be avoided by rereading and editing.
8. A writer must not shift your point of view.
9. And don’t start a sentence with a conjunction. (Remember, too, a preposition is a terrible word to end a sentence with.)
10. Don’t overuse exclamation marks!!
11. Place pronouns as close as possible, especially in long sentences, as of 10 or more words, to the antecedents.
12. Writing carefully, dangling participles must be avoided.
13. If any word is improper at the end of a sentence, a linking verb is.
14. Take the bull by the hand and avoid mixing metaphors.
15. Avoid trendy locutions that sound flaky.
16. Everyone should be careful to use a singular pronoun with singular nouns in their writing.
17. Always pick on the correct idiom.
18. The adverb always follows the verb.
19. Last but not least, avoid clichés like the plague; They’re old hat; seek viable alternatives.
More humour
In a Tokyo hotel: Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such thing is please not to read notice.
In a Japanese hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.
In another Japanese hotel room: Please to bathe inside the tub.
Alongside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.
At a Bangkok dry cleaners: Drop your trousers here for best results.
Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand: Would you like to ride on your own ass?
In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.
At a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you’ll find they are best in the long run.
A Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner: Coolers and Heaters: If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself.
From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo: When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage, then tootle him with vigour.
In a Bangkok temple: It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as a man.
In a Tokyo bar: Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts.
In a Hong Kong supermarket: For your convenience, we recommend courageous, efficient self-service.
On the box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: Guaranteed to work throughout its useful life.
Detour sign in Kyushi, Japan: Stop: Drive sideways
In a Beijing department store: Mickey Mouse High Fashion Apparel
Name of small guest house in mountains of northern Pakistan: ‘Sea View Hotel’
On a menu in a Hong Kong restaurant: Spanish omelette (tomatoes, mushrooms, onion) Omelettes surprise (two parsons)
On CD cover of local artists singing various western songs, name of well-known Roberta Flack song: ‘Tonight I calibrate my love for you’