Why Dim Sum and Chutney?

We arrived at the airport in high spirits, grinning from ear to ear (even while lugging 1 handbag, 1 laptop bag, 1 cabin luggage and a 36 kg suitcase...each!) ...only to be met with a blast of icy wind the moment we stepped out. We had nowhere to stay. We had no idea where to go. And to top it off, we had no sense of direction.

Undaunted, we managed to settle in and get some bearings in our new home for the next nine months. Our initial days began with much enthusiasm and little trepidation. In our minds, we were still in Malaysia. It didn't take long to realise...we were far from home.

Blast to the Past
Week 1, Day 4

We were looking for the Residence Office, to collect our house keys. Very confidently, we headed off in the wrong direction. We were obviously lost, and decided to ask for directions. Unfortunately, hardly anyone bothered to layan us. We finally bumped into a very "helpful" stranger...who proceeded to give directions to Chutney's boobs. Although we managed to find our way, it hit us that not every stranger on the road was our friend.

We got lost on the way to Tesco, countless restaurants and even in the park. Our wonderful sense of direction got us asking half the population of Cardiff for directions. Most of the people who layan-ed us, were men...while most women seemed to shoot us dirty looks. In our frustration, we came up with the theory that they probably thought we were here to steal their men. We started joking around about how they might think of us as Asian call girls. This led to the question...if we WERE Asian call girls...what would our aliases be?

In order to reflect our racial heritage and love for food...we came up with...Dim Sum and Chutney!