A picture tells more than a thousand words. Well, make it 2 pictures… The old hobby we indulged in for years in the tropics. This time sans all the heavy and expensive gear. In exchange a bit of daily training to get more than 10 secs a run out of it:
— or “things that only happen in Japan, Korea and Taiwan (and maybe other countries that are heavily influenced by the former)”
Taiwan had a very nice idea – conveniently file your tax online! When I tried to use it and it asked me to download and install a software that only runs on Windows, my Korean experience should’ve rang all alarm bells there are in the region. Anyway, a few hours later the conclusion: It’s software made specifically for foreigners to file their tax (locals use another method). Buuuutttt; it only works on Chinese Windows, not on e.g. English versions of the OS; which a foreigner in his infinite ignorance might dare to use.
Edit: The challenge of finding a Chinese Windows was the easy part. Wait for the next post about actually paying the tax as a foreigner – I’m busy finding a plastic bag and stuffing bank notes in it. Once done I shall share my experience being diligent with the Taiwanese tax man…
So, one goes to a mobile phone network operator to open an account. Provides some personal and payment data – such as bank account information for direct debit. The operator needs a few days to do a background check before enabling the service; granted – somehow understandable in a world where potential terrorists use their mobile phone to order a piping hot pizza and a cold beer. Or some mutton kabab (hint hint).
All is good, one uses the phone to call other people and surf the net. Until, one year later, that service suddenly comes to a grinding halt. Nothing goes. When one calls the operator (from another line, mind you!), the friendly customer support executive advises to turn the phone off and back on. You guess right, calling from the other line again. A few more times. Finally someone says, “oh yes, your stay visa expired. We terminated the service”. Good; one has a renewed visa since quite a while already. Thanks to said operator for never mentioning this “automatic visa-renewal reminder service”. The competent service executive advises to visit the closest operator outlet to apply for reopening of the account.
Deal! The (not so) friendly clerk in the closest (and 5 other, not so close) shops insists that such process does not exist. Plenty of calls (from another line, mind you!) later, one of them (not so friendly) clerks reluctantly accepts a form for reopening the line and confirms service resumption within 2 days; verbally. Upon visiting the store 10 days later (after several calls to the above mentioned hotline via, yes, you guessed it, another line…) the meanwhile even less friendly clerk produces a confused look and says “oh, THIS application?” – which he pulls out from under a huge stack. “Was I supposed to submit this to the back office?”. Hmm, no, I just filled it in to contribute to the stack of paper in front of you which makes you appear important…
Finally service is restored after about a month so I can happily pay my regular phone bill again. Short of one year later, one obviously learned his lesson to become proactive. A month before visa expiry, all it takes is to call the friendly hotline (from – hah! NOT another line; yet…) and submit the renewed visa for updating of customer records. Said, done. Next step? Goto above “it suddenly comes to a grinding halt”.
Finally, time to put an end to it all. One is departing the country for good. And closing the serice permanently. Yes, you might well guess it by now:
One calls (from NOT another line) the friendly service hotline, asking about termination of service. Of course one prepares early and asks those questions a couple months in advance. The answer one gets is that termination by phone has to be provided 10 days in advance. Said, done: 10 days in advance, on giving notice to the same hotline, one is informed that notice can only be given 2 days in advance. 2 days in advance, on giving notice to again the same hotline, one is informed that notice has to be given 10 days in advance. Hmm, 3 more calls to the same hotline, talking to 3 different friendly operators, yields in a promise for 24hrs termination of service. With the request to report to the (see above) closest outlet to settle one’s final bill.
Less than 24hrs later, service is indeed disconnected (surprise!). Reporting to the closest (see above) outlet results in comments that this cycle’s bill will be processed later. Once one has left the country. Long discussions and multiple calls to the friendly hotline (from, yes you guessed right, another line) later, the closest (see above) outlet accepts payment outside the regular payment cycle. Receipt of payment is recorded in a handwritten ledger at the (see above) outlet and one is informed that receipts cannot be issued but everything is in order since it’s reported in the ledger.
One leaves the country some 24 hours later; for good. With quite a happy smile across one’s face.
Some 30 days later, one receives an email about new charges accrued on above, closed account, during the previous month. The email wasn’t, as the innocent observer would suspect, sent by the mobile operator but was instead provided courtesy of the bank where one had an account while living in that country. One had meanwhile closed the bank account as well (hah! that’s worth another blog post even longer than the one you’re reading now). So apparently a bank, holding a closed account can accept charges from a closed mobile phone account and inform a permanently departed account holder about outstandings. Hmm…
3 months into the story, the two institutions are accruing and bouncing (while a 3rd party, the landline phone service provider, is joining forces in the battle for unpaid bills). Meanwhile, a relocation company who was paid as a service provider to handle all the above account openings and closures for one also comments on the situation: “It’s OK, don’t worry about anything”.
Heck, I’m not going anywhere near this country anytime soon knowing that friends of mine were summoned to court for “unpaid telecom charges”.
I’ve been living in a building carrying the name Ssangyong. That was ok, albeit it brought on an interesting episode with a flooded apartment plus 5 units below mine being really flooded.
This time it’s about the car. It claims to be built upon the previous Mercedes Benz ML class. Maybe. Then Ssangyong went bankrupt and got acquired by Mahindra. Of India. Where I live now. And needed a car once I arrived here.
Yup, I chose a Mahindra Ssangyong Rexton RX7. Considered a luxurious vehicle back in Korea. Considered very luxurious over here. My first two days with it were pretty inspiring:
– The mechanical steering wheel height adjustment only works if you rattle the wheel real hard to unlock the lever
– The 3rd row seats have no head rests. Safety galore!
– The 2nd row center seat belt is not 3-point but old-style 2-point. Not the retracting 2-point but just the “belt tangle loose, adjust it manually or not” 2-belt. Very classic style, haven’t seen this for some 20 years…
– Not too sure what to make of the fact that the (beige) interior is pretty grey and black in places and the vehicle has some 120km on the odometer upon delivery. Maybe normal for India…
Day 3 the adventures start:
– Audio system remote controls in the steering wheel don’t work
– When the vehicle is parked, engine off, you can’t switch the gear lever from P to R/N/D. Of course, that’s how it’s supposed to be! But — you CAN move the lever half way towards R. Enough to unlock the gearbox lock, the vehicle starts rolling away!
– Diesel consumption is some 17l/100km(!)
Good thing I have a driver 🙂 I send him back to the dealer to fix the stuff. He comes back half a day later reporting success:
– They disassembled the steering wheel, assembled it again. Half the remote buttons work, the other half doesn’t.
– The gear box issue will solve itself after some 500km, the dealer’s sales guy (!) claims
– The same sales guy says the gas consumption will improve once “the carbon settles in the engine” after some 1000km…
After some e-mail exchange with Mahindra themselves, a customer relationship manager of the dealer contacts me. Meanwhile I figure out that the cruise control doesn’t work. Neither does the rear washer. Some 3 weeks into the life of the shiny new Mahindra Ssangyong, it goes back to the dealer again. And comes back the same day:
– The cruise control got fixed. Yay! 🙂
– The rear washer washes. Yay yay! 🙂
– The steering wheel remote buttons work, yay! (for now…)
– The gear box gets “inspected”, “adjusted” and the topic reported to Mahindra. The “adjustment” now allows the shift lever to be moved into reverse gear without the brake being engaged! yay 😦
Well, let’s wait and see what Mahindra thinks about the gear box. Then, it’s now some 6 weeks into the life of the poor vehicle, the daytime temperature in Bangalore slowly rises. To a point where the aircon of the car could come in handy. Yes, you guessed it… So I ask for an update on the gear box issue and mention that the aircon is sub-par. After a very swift response by the dealer, it is agreed that the dealer sends a driver to pick up the vehicle for “repair”. The driver arrives on time and is friendly, like all their staff, I must admit… So the vehicle goes away again. A few hours later a call comes in:
– The dealer’s driver reports “slow pickup” (read: poor acceleration). Yes I noticed earlier but didn’t bother, this is a SUV and not a Porsche… Anyway, the dealer proposes to fix it but we agree to defer to a later point since it’d take some 2 days and:
– the gear box “got inspected again and the case re-reported to Mahindra”
– The gas of the aircon got refilled and I’m liable to a charge of some 800Rupees (about 10 Euro) — with the vehicle having a 2 years warranty. Not that 10 Euro would hurt much, but what’s the point of a warranty when the factory can’t fill the aircon?
Meanwhile 9 weeks into the life of the goo’old clunker, word comes in from the dealer that Mahindra advises the change of a certain part to fix the gearbox issue. Yay! Almost the same day, I’m innocently driving and want to mute my radio by the button at the steering wheel to, surprise, figure out that the remote control buttons fail to work again. 3rd time! That makes me have a closer look at the wheel. Weird, I think, I have to hold it pointing left to have the vehicle go straight. Bloody mechanic who “fixed” the buttons earlier, must have had a twisted look when he reassembled the wheel…
Good thing though you only notice those things when you drive yourself. I consider myself lucky to have a driver, so I don’t see these flaws every day. But then, when my driver drives, I love to sit on the passenger seat. My fault entirely then, as the passenger seat unfortunately came loose during the last 2 weeks. No fun to get thrown around as your driver corners with a misaligned wheel 😦
Meanwhile the vehicle has done some 2500km, still gulps 17l/100km and I’m awaiting yet another reply from the dealer. I’m going to meet the head of R&D Mahindra next week down in Chennai — not because of my vehicle but for business reasons. I was thinking of driving down there but instead opted for a flight since driving would have meant sitting in a vehicle for 5hrs with 36deg C outside while it’s 32deg C inside with the aircon at full power. Not happening; I’m instead seriously thinking whether I should give him the URL of this post…
4 weeks later, a guy from Mahindra recently called me and said that this time, while the garage does the “repairs”, he will be around to make sure everything goes well. Well — the car is back from repair now, with, according to them, “all fixed”. Strange then that the gearbox lever still has the same fault, the steering wheel buttons still don’t work and the passenger seat still rattles… Good thing I can’t see any change with the “pick up”, I have hope that they didn’t even touch it.
I have decided to give up. The car is leased for 2 years, it’ll go back to the leasing company after that time and all is over for me. I will just take away that I will never, never ever in my life touch a Mahindra or Ssangyong vehicle again. Ever. Recommend those clunkers to your worst enemies…
Next up: My experience with the Kenwood Multimedia/Navigation unit that came installed in a Mahindra/Ssangyong Rexton RX7 in India.
In case you’ve been living under a rock — it’s been reported all over the Internet recently: On Jun 23rd we will be able to observe a Supermoon. If in your place of the world the cloud cover doesn’t jeopardize it, that is. That Supermoon coincides with my leg having reached a state in which I can go camping again, yay!
So in case you don’t have any plans for this weekend yet, go grab your camera and tripod and go out shooting the moon together with a nice earthly subject — a single tree, a mountain or a dimly lit building come to mind. Just remember to plan ahead. Which brings The Photographer’s Ephemeris to mind.
Yay, camping! Camp fire! Beverages! Marshmallows on fire!
It’s been just a tad over 3 months now that I had a rather unfriendly encounter with something on a skiing slope. Can’t remember details but from the doc’s assessment some 12hrs and an odyssey through Korea later, I must assume that that something was very solid and me moving rather quickly at the time of impact.
Anyway, while my completely shattered ankle bone had 2 surgeries, a perceived ton of steel bars and screws plus 3 months of time to heal, my 6 fractured ribs, deflated lung and ruptured spleen had enough time to catch on. Merely laying and sitting around during all the time also had the beneficial effect of my leg muscles being able to take an extended rest while my mind had the pleasure to enjoy the beautiful sounds and colors only medically prescribed opiates can induce. A lengthy rest for my leg muscles to a degree where they somewhere along the way decided that they are no longer required. They hence vanished (probably into one of these empty wine bottles which somehow materialized and dematerialized next to my couch all the time) turning my legs into something a toothpick would call anorexic. My muscles had great support from my Doc during all this time, he told me not to do any exercise whatsoever since it may interfere with bone healing.
But now, the 3 months and a tad are over. And today was the great day where I visited the doc again. He looked at the X-Ray of my anorexic toothpick and declared that the bone is almost completely healed. And that, effective immediately, I could put my crutches into a corner and just walk out of the hospital on my toothpick. Simple as that. He even proved me by asking me to take a few steps without crutches. I didn’t collapse! Well, at least not during the first half of the first step, that is.
I have today understood the real problem with the modern health care system. It’s all these unnecessary physiotherapists that inflate health care costs. Send them into a toothpick factory! Or just ask them to manufacture and deliver aforementioned opiates to the public. Humanity would leapfrog!
On a loosely related note, I have made an appointment with PT for immediately after the weekend. I’ll show these guys how useless they are!
hajo.net is going to shrink in the near future. Maybe even disappear completely, at least from my own hardware.
Technology is evolving, so am I — away from trying to keep up with latest moves such as making web appearances compatible to new gadgets. The touchscreen devices caught me. I won’t make my photo album play well with your latest gadget. Neither will my website play along well.
Instead, my photo album will keep living at my Flickr page. So head over there if you want to keep seeing what I see.
Or stay here and watch for updates. There might be some.