Mo-mania

The following email thread starts out as an innocent email from Craig, asking who will be in town for a trip he had planned to UB. It went downhill, quickly, when Kai entered the  conversation.

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From: Craig
Sent: Tuesday, 11 September 2012 10:15 AM
To: Kai; Shannon;
Subject: Guess what…

Are you guys in UB these next few days?

Pending weather, will be up tomorrow night and back here Monday morning.

Craig (the hair).

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From: Kai
Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2012 10:25 AM
To: Craig; Shannon;
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Shan is off to HK…back on the weekend sometime.

Kane is kicking about.

You are staying at our place…no arguments!

Kai (the moe)

…sorry shan…

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From: Craig
Sent: Tuesday, 11 September 2012 5:01 PM
To: Kai
Cc: Shannon
Subject: RE: Guess what…

I have been looking at your pic below all day (sort of) and troubling my mind for a suitable response.

I’m stumped, shocked and awed – all at once.

Dam, that’s a fine mo!!!

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From: Kai
Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2012 5:07 PM
To: Craig
Cc: Shannon
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Oh yea, it’s a cracker!

I gave my beard a little trim a few weeks ago, but avoided my goatee area.  Then low and behold, a couple of days ago I saw this awesome little moe hiding out in my beard.  The ends were starting to curl and differentiate from the rest of the beard quite nicely.

Put shan on a plane this morning and then gave birth to this little baby once she was far enough away that she couldn’t chase me with clippers for a few days.

The mo itself actually finishes just beyond the corner of my mouth…that wonderful handlebar reach is all mo that spreads out and comes to a nicely pointed curl.

In person it is actually even nicer!  The photo doesn’t do it justice.

BEST MO EVER!

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From: Shannon
Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2012 8:45 PM
To: Kai; Craig
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Oh sweet baby Jesus, I thought that was a photo from the past. It had better be gone when I return. No, really, it had better be gone.

As for you Mr McBaron, really – you think admiring Kai’s GOD AWFUL MO in front of me was a wise move? You’re pretty…

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From: Craig
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2012 7:44 AM
To: Shannon; Kai
Subject: RE: Guess what…

MOre adMOnishment of the MO…?

I’m not just admiring it, I am inspired, over-awed, curious, hideously fascinated and amazed by this MOnument.

It is a singular, massive entity with a fractal presence.  It begs the question – what influence doth its gravity hath on light?

I think I have MO-envy…

It is deserving of its own blog: MO-asia.com

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From: Shannon
Sent: Wednesday, 12 September 2012 8:45 AM
To: Craig; Kai
Subject: RE: Guess what…

I am MOrtified by the MO.

MOreover,  you’re a MOron for liking it.

Please stop giving Kai MOmentum to carry on with this tOMfoolery (it’s the best word I could do with MO in it).

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From: Kai
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2012 8:46 AM
To: Shannon; Craig
Subject: RE: Guess what…

The best word that I can think of is MO-licious

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From: Shannon
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2012 9:02 AM
To: Kai; Craig
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Yeah, well you’re a MOron too.

I’ve invented a new word: MO-chuk, which is what I’ll do to the bloody MO when I get home.

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From: Craig
Sent: Wednesday, 12 September 2012 9:06 AM
To: Shannon; Kai
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Don’t you think its maybe just a little interesting that we are residing in MOngolia?

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From: Kai
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2012 9:06 AM
To: Craig; Shannon
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Best argument I’ve heard yet!

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From: Shannon
Sent: Wednesday, 12 September 2012 9:10 AM
To: Kai; Craig
Subject: RE: Guess what…

You know, even I can’t fault that argument…

Hang on, what am I saying? …

Kai, it’s ME or the MO… yeah, I went there.

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From: Kai
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2012 9:19 AM
To: Shannon; Craig
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Since you’re in hong kong…it looks like the MO is winning.  Perhaps we can have a cage fight between the two of you when you get back to MOngolia?

The Barney in the County….Get READDDDDY to RUMMMMBLE!

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From: Shannon
Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2012 11:22 AM
To: Kai; Craig
Subject: RE: Guess what…

Game. On.

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It’s a no brainer as to who won that fight.

Craig (the dog)

So you were probably expecting a post on our amazing Paris/Venice/Florence/Naples/Rome trip, right? Well, in short, the trip was amazing. But slightly overshadowed by Craig (the dog).

For those of you who aren’t on Facebook (which is kind of weird, but no judgement here, well, maybe just a little), Kai and I found a dog. A puppy actually. A Mongolian mutt to be more precise.

We found her a little dazed and confused outside of the Chinggis Khan airport when we got back from Europe. So we scooped her up and took her home (she’s too young for rabies, right?). Yes, she was abandoned. No Chris, I did not steal her from some family who just tied her up outside while they went to get their Grandma from the plane. Well, I’m pretty sure I didn’t.

Anyway, the puppy was only ever supposed to stay a couple of days with us, until we could find her a home. Which we did; miraculously the same afternoon we found her.

There just happens to be a series of events that happened after we gave her away that brought her back to us. The trigger was Kai falling heavy for this dog. It’s the puppy dog eyes. I use them too, and he’s a sucker for them. That’s how I get a cup of coffee made for me every morning, and that’s how Craig (the dog) got to stay with us.

The series of events kind of runs like this: Stripey Mike called a last-minute birthday dinner. Kai and I went. Kai begged Stripey Mike’s good friend and owner of the restaurant to text the guy to see if he was happy with Craig (we couldn’t write the text as he doesn’t speak English, and we don’t speak Mongolian). She went one step further and called. As it turns out, the family was not really happy with the puppy. A big commitment, a small apartment and they both worked (how this differs from our situation, I’m not sure). Anyway, a time was set for the next day and we were to go and collect the dog. From there, Batbold and Uyanga (who have since been named Craig’s godparents, or dogparents) helped us rescue the package. Even my hairdreser had a hand in her rescue. It was quite the mission.

So Craig (the dog) is back. And she has her godparents, loads of aunties and uncles, a dogsitter and our housekeeper comes an extra day to help out with her. Of course, we’re crazy for getting a dog in Mongolia. We know that. There’s this little thing where she has to go via a rabies-approved country for 6 months in order to get back into Australia. Sounds like a good excuse to get a job in the US or Hong Kong to me!

Does that answer all of your questions? What’s that? Why do we have a girl dog named Craig? Simple, why wouldn’t we?

Ok, fine… here’s the explanation. She’s in fact named after our dear friend, Craig (the person). When we walked into the house after picking her up at the airport (we still hadn’t checked whether boy or girl at that stage), I said to her: “you’re more than welcome to stay for a few days, but please don’t destroy our house.” I turned to Kai and said, “that kinda sounds like what I say to Craig when he comes to stay.”

And so for 12 hours her name was Craig, and then when we got her back, we continued to call her Craig. We’ve considered changing her name several times. But to what? Nothing seems to fit as well as Craig. We even developed a Pros & Cons list.

 

Cons for calling our female dog after one of our male friends

  • It’s a boy’s name, and she’s, err, a girl.
  • It’s a little awkward when you have a good friend called Craig, and you find yourself saying things like this to your dog called Craig:
  • Craig, I’ll give you another Schmacko if you poo outside.
  • Craig, can you stop eating out of the garbage bins?
  • Kai, I have a confession to make, Craig slept in our bed last night while you were away.
  • Craig, can you give me a bit of privacy,  I’m trying to take a shower.
  • Craig, stop drinking out of the toilet!

 

Pros for calling our female dog after one of our male friends

  • It’s trendy to give girls boy’s names and vice versa, and Kai and I live to be on trend.
  • We’re pretty sure she’s going to have crazy hair, just like Craig (the person).
  • Being able to say “Craig, you’re such a girl!” makes us laugh, every time.

Good times

You know, living in Mongolia (and before that China) is not without its challenges. I’ve recently started to get a bit homesick. For strange things, like smooth roads, big parks where you can play soccer (not that I play soccer), clearly defined pedestrian crossings and knowing that there’s a resonable amount of consistency between lattes. And of course, I miss my family and friends.

But I was flipping through some of the 100s of photos that have never made it to Shantasia. Mostly because they didn’t really fit as a post topic or theme, and because work kinda got in the way of how much time I can devote to posts. But these photos started to create their own theme: the bloody good times I’ve had with some really awesome people.

PS. I should point out that I haven’t captured everyone in this video… but if you’ve met me in the last two years, then it’s safe to assume I heart you too!

Mighty convicts

So it seems the good people from the Motherland can’t handle their grog as well as their mighty convict cousins. I guess it’s just another thing we’re better at…

PS. I would feel bad taking all the glory for this post. It was a suggestion submitted by Craig, while we were drinking plentiful amounts of the pictured beer (notice the crushed empties in the background). So I guess I’m taking requests these days. Feel free to submit your own ideas – I probably won’t entertain them, but you could give it a go.

Big brother

Today my big brother celebrates his birthday. That may imply I have a little brother. I don’t – one’s enough ;).

The geographical distance between us might be great, but it doesn’t mean I don’t think of him often. He’s a great brother, and an even greater friend.

Fashion show

Until I moved to Mongolia, I never knew how much you could do with cashmere. Skirts, dresses, leggings… I’ve seen some cool stuff. And I am the proud owner of a couple of pieces myself.

To give you an idea of how stylish and chic it can be, I took some pics during a fashion show we stumbled upon at the Gobi Cashmere mega store (we were there to get my friend Em fitted for a cashmere coat).

But just when the crowd thought the show was over (it might have had something to do with the models doing the final catwalk), out came Stripy Mike in a very slick cashmere suit! Clearly, he stole the show.