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supermarket sweep

As we’ve noted in a previous post, we have a garbage service.  3 days a week a man comes to our place to collect our trash and recyclables since our building has no disposal system.  After the first collection we were told that we are using the wrong bags and we need to get the “right” garbage bags – the blue ones.  Thinking this was some sort of preference of our little man, I willingly obliged and scouted the various 7-11 and Family Marts in our area for blue bags.  (maybe he will be safer on his scooter with the right bags)  Orange, black, lime green, lilac coloured?  all present, but no blue.    Odd.  So i do some internet searching.

Turns out that the city government requires you to purchase special government approved bags.  blue bags.  If you don’t use the right bag, your garbage won’t be accepted.   Apparently to recycle, you can use any bag, cheaper bags, so this should encourage you to recycle.  (for what its worth, the Taipei City Government statistics show that the volume of household garbage has declined 67 percent since the bag-fee policy was imposed, so the system is working).  Of course the government site doesn’t have a picture so i still don’t know what these bags look like.  Thankfully the internets saves me and i found another expat blog that photographed his ordeal too.

Well this all sounds very progressive and enlightened, so knowing what they look like off i go to find these bags.  It took 3 days and 7 stores to find them.  Very well hidden.  You’d think they’d be displayed alongside the regular kitchen garbage bags, perhaps alongside the household items – no that would make sense.  Instead these were hidden at the checkout along side candy, gum and other impulse items.  Why?  why put them there? why make it so painfully hard to find??  Here is what they look like by the way:

Notice the government seal in the top right? that prevents fakes

Although, I will say this is not the first time i’ve played the game:  where would random item be in the grocery store.

Here is where my baby formula is sold:

safely behind lock and key right beside the liquor

Yes, you see that right.  After 2 days of searching the shelves of every grocery store in our area we found it locked away in a glass case beside the liquor.  Obviously.   If ever there was a Taiwanese version of supermarket sweeps – i would do chasing my tail lost in the wrong aisle.

pampered pooch

Within a short week its already obvious how much the Taiwanese love their dogs.  So far it seems easier to buy pet food than baby formula as our neighbourhood has 3 pet stores (and counting) in a 5 block radius and my local grocery store doesn’t seem to carry formula.  I’ve seen dogs being carried in hand bags ala Paris Hilton and even being pushed down the street in baby strollers.  Yesterday I managed to snap a photo of this woman carrying her cinnamon poodle in her sling while grocery shopping.

Look a lot like a baby sling...

Odd thing though, at checkout in this same grocery store there is a sign that I think says No Dogs?!

No dogs?

Or maybe it says no unicorns.  Its hard to tell.

Getting to know our neighbourhood

So with things getting sorted at home I have been exploring the neighbourhood.  We live in Da’an (大安) area of Taipei.  It’s incredibly central, well connected with metro stations but also our street: Renai Road (仁愛路) is particularly green.  This is what our building faces on to:

very green (at dusk)

green (at midday)

It makes for some very pleasant walks.

Every lunch hour i get ambitous and think today is the day i am going to try some local cuisine, and then I always encounter a menu board like this:

I was promised pictures of my food - where are my pictures?!

I will say whatever they are serving its cheap.  25NTD = $0.80 CAD I just wish I knew what they were serving.  And no amount of pointing and smiling could really help me in this situation (say if I just point at random things on the menu and they say something to me, they could be saying do you want hot sauce with that, or they could be saying they ran out, or they could be saying do you want fries with that, this is my predicament).   So generally I admit defeat and sulk into the local 711 (or ‘7’ as its locally called) and buy some dingy ready made noodle dish.   A few weeks with menu flash cards and I should be able to recognize a few things off those characters – i hope! Otherwise it may be time to pick up a 711 loyalty card.

Mystery solved! – He’s the garbage man

So my mystery man has been revealed!  He’s not the sandwich van man, he’s the garbage collection man!  (and wow is my Chinese bad!)  We live in a strange mixed zoned building.  It’s half office and half residential.  So some of my neighbours include an Ad agency and Jazz Fashions but also regular people on other floors.  Since it was probably originally an office building there are no garbage shoots, or areas to dump your rubbish, so you have to hire a service to come collect it from your door several times per week.  And that toothless smiley old man is our guy!

I never would have guessed given that he came on a Friday (collection is Tues,Thur and Sat) and that he was wearing a scooter helmet.  Would he really collect our rubbish on a scooter??   The answer is yes:

Strapping all the rubbish onto the scooter

We’re watching this from our window thinking: No, he’s not really going to take it on a scooter?!  Wait he is.  How is he going to ride it?!

Yeehaw!

Wow – this was our first collection so we had moving boxes, packing materials plus regular trash.  Had we known we’d at least cut down the boxes into smaller pieces.  What I really think about is Mips’ giant wooden pee stained cat carrier crate that needs to be tossed.  Is he really going to strap wooden box onto his scooter and ride that pee stained beast down the street?!

Diaper hunting

Spent the last few days getting ourselves sorted and set up in our new place.  Took a few tries to find baby diapers, however… at the pet store today we saw this!  Diapers for dogs:

Poochy pampers

Don’t worry, they had ones for cats too.  I just can’t picture any cat tolerating a nappy.  This brings a whole new level  to stuffonmycat.com

Ikea Taipei

So, unlike any ikea in Canada or the UK, the Ikea here is actually located in a downtown location.  Happy to see this, makes it way easier to get to (one metro stop away for us), and dead easy to flag a taxi down at the end with our purchases.   Its strange though, it is in a commercial building several stories high shared with other shops and no parking that would could see.   Not your typical ikea big box store.

But they still managed to pack in all their show rooms, plus the typical cafeteria/restaurant and huge market place.  Funny to be on the other side of the world and yet in the familiar world of Billy bookcases and poang chairs.

The Chinese trend of hanging out in Ikea appears to be true here in Taipei as well.  We saw plenty of people lounging in the show rooms – including one family where the young daughter was lying lengthwise across the entire couch, reading, with a blanket pulled up to her chin.  interesting thing to do on a Saturday i guess?  bonus for us, with so many of the patrons with either their feet up on the showroom coffee tables, napping in the show beds or rammed into the restaurant devouring meatballs with lingonberry sauce, that left the checkout queue empty and made our shopping experience the fastest I’ve ever had at an Ikea.

The other bonus for us: the cab ride home cost less than £2.

Ok – need to find a Chinese tutor, fast.

I’m home, Jason is at work.  Max is sleeping and some bizarre bird noise goes off.  Takes me a good 3 or 4 minutes of searching the flat, all windows etc., until i realise that canary noise is actually our door bell.

open door: yes?

There stands a very old Chinese man in a t-shirt and shorts, wearing a scooter helmet.  The man gives me a big smile – he has maybe 4 teeth.  He starts speaking in Chinese.  I give a little laugh and say sorry I don’t speak Chinese which makes him just say more, faster.  Then he starts to sign out of a few things about something being downstairs.  I did hear the word chi fan (to eat), so given that our building has mixed zoning for office and residential maybe this is the Taiwanese equivalent of the British Sandwich Van?? Or maybe I missed a delivery? either way, its time to find that Chinese tutor asap.

First day bumps

So a bit of a blur.  We got in yesterday afternoon and after an incredibly long and thorough run through of the apartment with the landlord and the estate agent, we settled in.  We had Max down for the night by 6:30pm but his jetlag is brutal, so he was up every 2 hours last night.  We’ve also come across huge problems importing our cat.   The agency we have used has royal pooched us at every turn.  Mips is currently being held hostage at customs until the agency files the correct paperwork.  The mistake they made?  they put the wrong age for him.  nice.

I did notice this at the airport though :

At Heathrow you’re lucky to find a landing card let alone a pen.  Reading glasses?  not a chance.