An Island Adventure!

We needn't have brought a camp stove, we could have cooked on my feet!!

We needn’t have brought a camp stove, we could have cooked on my feet!!

For Jesus’ birthday we all get gifts and eat altogether too much food. Similarly, last weekend for Buddha’s birthday J and I did a considerable amount of eating. We also got the gifts of wonderful memories, new experiences, and horrific sunburn.

We began our adventure like all the greats: at mental o’clock on Saturday morning. It seems that this crazy hour is the time for all of the activity as we buzzed about throwing our supplies into the bags and then banging out the door, laden with everything one might want on a camping trip. Bar my sleeping bag which remained on top of my wardrobe. An unfortunate oversight on my part, but I’ll blame the early hour for this one.

So we bungled ourselves onto the subway (line 1 to Hadan), and grabbed a bus to the famous Geoje Island. In typical fashion, both Jamie and myself had looked at different sets of directions as to how to find the right place to catch our last bus to the beach. This resulted in a panicked leap from the bus in Okpo and an over-long sojourn at a forlorn bus stop waiting for a bus that would never come. Needless to say we looked like something Keats could dream up, alone and palely loitering.

Eventually, having given up all hope, we descended the hill into the town proper and searched the internet for the correct set of directions. It’s a shame there isn’t some kind of internet connection available on you mobile phone when WiFi is not available, that would be very handy. So, we finally managed to find our bus stop (after climbing a hill that felt like some kind of paved Everest if I’m honest, but that may have been the tiredness) and make it to Gojura Beach.

Emmet on the Beach

Worth it!

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Culture Shot: We (Like Alcohol in the System of an Expat) Are So Easily Assimilated

It’s Friday night. The week has been filled with work, in my case kids screaming answers to questions they’ve only half listened to with answers they’ve only half formed before they started talking, and you (and I) both want to get as far down a bottle, or many bottles, of soju as one can over the course of a night. In a respectable way of course, we’re civilized here in the Neon Republic of South Korea.
So where do we go? Well, I’m no expert but I’ll take you under my wing and show you around, it can be hard for the un-initiated to grasp the concept of drinking like a Korean here.

“Chopsticks? I prefer chop-knives-and-forks but if you insist!”

Round 1: The bell rings and we’re raring to go at it with the old one-two. So we decide on where to go, seeing as we’re probably Hank Marvin after a full day teaching English we’ll go somewhere we can get some substantial food, and drink of course. Barbecue is a great choice, we can cook our own meat and eat at the pace we set while feeling like Gods of the Griddle with out personal barbecue on the tabletop. We’ll start with wine because I’m somewhat faint of heart and soju can be a struggle to start with. Especially when drinking the traditional rice beverage neat as Koreans are prone to doing.