OH HAI I IZ IN YOUR KOREAZ EATING YOUR KIM CHEE

That's right, it's true! More like like LOLKOREANS.

So! Korea. Where to start? The flight was pretty good, the usual lethargy and lack of air is always "nice". We got to read and relax and such after all the...eh, relaxing and gazing at the pr0n that is gadgetry in the airport duty free. I want gadgets!! Anyway, I'm sure I will pick up something awesome at the gorram huge electronics markets we plan to head to in Yongsan. Good times. So the plane! Well, I got to watch a smultzy Korean movie about a young Korean man who was adopted by an American family when his mother died and his father was rather incapable (jailed) of looking after him. It was all family reunification loveness and morals...I could barely deal with it, but it was pretty good. Pretty good in comparison to High School Musical II (oh man, aren't sequels always better x 10000000?!) with which my ears got the pleasure of listening to for about 15 minutes and my eyes got the pleasure of flicking over every now and again only for the benefit of my mouth to make a snide comment. The female protaginist was cute...and that's seriously about all.

Made it off teh plane! Alive and in South Korea. Pretty tired but we had a damn long drive with an uncle who came and picked us up. The car trip took about an hour and a half and basically consisted of weaving in between jammed cars on eight-highways. And then came the stop to buy us bread...? Hmm...don't get me started on the bread. Apparently all that 'Westerners' consume is bread and milk. Crazy, I know! Seinfield: "What's the deal with bread and milk?!" I get offered it at least once a day at this point and it drives me nuts, like a peanut on a bus. I came to Korea to eat Kim Chee and Bulgogi not freakin' bread!!!! Grah...

Oh, and just so you know I now know what it feels like for all you ladies and gentlemen who are affected by mass stereotyping and racism. How suckity and lame. :( But I guess most of you who are reading this are quite white so you wouldn't know it so much in l'australie...

/rant

Anyway, we stayed at le uncle's place for the night. I got to meet le grandmama which was mostly disconcerting due to her ailing mental and physical health, but nice also in that connecting of familial ties to people known way. Make sense? Suck it up. After sitting on a plane for over ten hours, and hence not terribly active, we were forced fed food until we could no longer think. I find that my hardcore eating habits here are completely lost and these people totally outdo me with any munching I may do. Goddamn it. So not used to having rice yet for three meals a day, but y'all know what I'm gonna have to do? Suck it up.

After discovering the delights of a thin blanket on a hard heated floor, and then discovering that I will now have to (uncomfortably) do this for over two months, we got up and had a huge dinner-like meal. Cousins living in the same building came over and joined us with their incredibly cute (I know, wtf, I usually hate children!!??) children, the four year-old son being a total rascal. So damn hilarious that kid, he was way scared of me at first and I was informed that if I had blonde hair he would have totally freaked. But he ran around and opened doors to the -7 degree temperatures outside and pulled at what appeared to be ancient heirloom pottery. TOO MUCH FUNNY.

Plans got fuzzled and we got changed schools and arrangements of sleeping etc. Whatever, I am here for what comes. Despite the crap-ups and decidedly different land and people and situations I am witnessing, I am still having a good time. We got to do a 'hard day's work' (hah! I one-upped you bitches!) of moving and stacking chopped wood at this crazy-awesome (self-built by the people living within) place in the middle of what seemed nowhere. I ate live octopus and awesome roasted sweet potato. I got slightly inebrieted on Soju with a bunch of 50 year-olds who sang karaoke at the top of their screams to the friend jamming it out with laptop and "sex phone" (read: saxaphone). The ajumma (literally: middle-aged woman) at that house was really sweet and was an awesome cook. She then drove us around for half a day looking for pone credit and bought us ice-creams and a megabag of traditional biscuits from a man with a stall outside the equivalent of a Walmart.

So we are now staying at a hippy-ass school. Purely organic food from teh start, giant solar panels, and some interesting kids to boot. Some of them are absolute punks, others quiet and studious; all much the same as the high school we all know and kind of hated but y'know, that's how it goes. We helped out some kids today with their Engrish, helping them write speeches for universities and correcting pronounciation and intonation for a girl competing in a state-wide competition tomorrow. Good luck to her! I find it so difficult to understand the seemingly random way Koreans pronounce things. Mintie is a lot better and discerning what people are trying to say here. It seems that f's become p's, t's become d's, and m's become b's. I feel bad, but I completely mishear things ALL THE TIME. I'm sure I will get used to it. Hey, I'm even getting my Korean on, too! Ah, neeah, kormapsumnida!!!

It's still freezing, and I am adjusting to this very foreign land. I get the feeling that I am experiencing some things a lot of travellers to this country will never get to see. I like that. Things are also scary. You think one azn driver is bad? Try a whole freakho country of azn driverz. Yeah, that's right, I said it. I have even been driving inside the actual vehicles. Hardcore stylez to the maxfactor international.

That's all. I will set up a system now that will make the restricted access at the school okay for us to blag.

Anyonghekasayo!!! Neeahhhh... ^_________^

(Will post some photos soon. Remember to check the photobucket or flickr accounts I have linked to on the side. It takes too long to do it in bloggeh).

Love!