I can't believe August will mark 6 months in Korea for me, because it feels like exactly 6 months ago that I moved here. August also marks the end of my apartment contract, and I've been informed it may be possible to move.

Well, my hot water doesn't usually work and ants have taken over my kitchen. They are closing in on the bathroom, which doubles as my laundry room. There is black mold spreading and a spider family lives above my refrigerator. I named them Stin and Acacia. I sweat myself to sleep each night in tropical weather. I do have a fan, but the protective cage is missing causing frequent hand injuries. Hornets live in the electrical box that threatens to set the apartment on fire each day, and I don't have enough dishes or a way to filter water. It smells like natural gas, and every time I use the bathroom my leg gets stuck.

So when my school asked if I'd like to move, I said you know what? Let me think about it. I kind of like my apartment. It's nice.

By now you should know that if I look angry in this picture, it's not because of my apartment.

It's because after 6 full months of teaching my second graders still can't speak English fluently. It's getting a bit ridiculous. When I was 8 years-old my English was fine and I didn't even have a teacher. How am I supposed to teach them American if they can't even speak English?

Thankfully I had some teaching help recently in the form of Kayoko Lyons, who decided to spend a few weeks here in Uljin.

The students really took a liking to her, and hopefully her visit will improve Korean-Japanese relations as well.

Kayoko's hands subconsciously turn into peace signs when she sees a camera. She's become a fixture at our local volleyball practice, and a regular at every restaurant that serves the summer dessert known as "pot-bing-su."

Kayoko did her best in the classroom, but even after a whole week of having two teachers these kids still weren't fluent, and I was furious. Fortunately summer break came giving us a chance to escape Uljin, and giving my students a chance to study all day until they stop disappointing me.

The breaks separating semesters in Korea are shorter than those in America. Most students will have about 5-6 weeks off, although their "summers" are likely filled with extracurricular programs like English camps. Due to my involvement with English camp, I had a very limited 10 days off to explore the southern coast of Korea with Kayoko.
But first, we rendezvous with a Korean friend who happened to live just a few hours from Uljin.

Kayoko's friend Hee-Yeon graciously invited us to stay with her family for a night in Daegu. We accepted, fully expecting to sleep in a downtown apartment. Instead, Hee-Yeon and her father picked us up from the train station and we drove into the country side until finally arriving at what looked like an entire village.

It would turn out that Hee-Yeon's family owns a very historic compound, over 200 years-old.

So historic in fact that the Daegu city tour frequently stops by, so tourists can roam the grounds and take pictures. I'm glad Hee-Yeon told us about this, but she failed to inform us that one of these tours would take place in the morning. While I was sleeping. Alone, almost naked in the middle of a traditional Korean house.

For the second time in my life I woke up to Asian tourists taking pictures of me sleeping. About 30-40 of them to be exact, one of which closed the door to my room to respect my privacy. When I noticed the tourist surrounding my sleeping area, I tried to quickly get dressed, but they kept opening the door. I kept closing it. This cycle lasted for an uncomfortable 15 minutes.

The embarrassment was a small price to pay for the hospitality Hee-Yeon's family provided. We were undeserving of the traditional dinner made from scratch, the homemade honey given as a parting gift, and the accommodations in general. Hee-Yeon's mother even arranged for her barista friend to come over after dinner, preparing different drinks for us to sample. The barista invited us to her coffee shop the next day where we tried even more varieties including "luwak," a coffee bean eaten by weasels, digested by weasels, then collected in weasel feces before being brewed into a delicacy.

We parted ways after reluctantly accepting even more gifts. I remain in constant awe of the generosity strangers have shown me while traveling around this country.

After the brief stop in Daegu, our southern trip continued to Yeosu and Boseong. Yeosu is a mid-size coastal city which happened to be hosting the 2012 world expo, and Boseong is a tiny town most notable for the famous green tea fields nearby.  

Both of these cities lie in the Jellonam-do province, an area particularly difficult to reach from Uljin. After a few bus transfers and about 8 hours, Kayoko and I found ourselves posted up in Suncheon, roughly 30 minutes from the expo. Early the next morning we hopped on a bus to Yeosu.

It's hard for an event with the title "World Expo" to live up to it's name, but I was thoroughly impressed with everything Yeosu had to offer. Basically the expo was a mix of innovative exhibits, crowd pleasing shows, and pavilions based on countries from around the world.

I was tired, so I first looked for the Ethiopia pavilion to get a cup of coffee. It was disappointing to learn Ethiopia wasn't part of the line-up, but there were about 60 other countries featured. Most pavilions included a presentation based on the expo's theme of water sustainability, along with cultural decor and of course a gift shop. Some countries had restaurants where patrons could sample various cuisines from around the world.

Kazakhstan's exhibit was the most impressive, Brunei's was the least, Democratic Republic of Congo's was the scariest, and America's was next to a Dunkin' Donuts.

The many parades, concerts, and shows kept patrons entertained enough to take their minds off the outrageously long lines. The following pictures might give you a better feel for the event (click to expand).

When there is a world expo in a small city, you should book a hotel ahead of time. I didn't do this. Therefore, after the closing light show we fought pushing ajummas and thousands of people for one of a limited amount of taxis back to the bus station, hoping to get as far away from Yeosu as possible.

Kayoko and I were no match for the ajummas, and our attempt to get a cab was unsuccessful. Stranded, our last option for refuge was a hopeless wander around the city for motel vacancy. It appeared as though we'd be spending the night homeless in Yeosu, until an ajumma screamed at us to follow her down an alley. After a bit of haggling we slept in this random lady's house for a reasonable price, although I think there should have been a discount for the used dishes sitting in the middle of our room.

The next morning it was off to Boseong to check out the storied tea fields. Twas a surprisingly long trek to these mounds of green, but the views made our journey worthwhile as did the tea infused local foods. And the angry birds chips

We ambitiously planned to leave Boseong that same day, and the gamble paid off thanks to uncanny and accidental bus timing. We caught a late bus back to Suncheon and for the second consecutive night wound up in a crowded city with no set accommodations. It was tempting to try hotels like "The Cute Life" or "The Most Life," but instead we chose a semi-shady establishment with a beautiful ceiling. The sleep wasn't ideal, but it gave Kayoko and I enough steam to make the long commute back to Uljin, marking the completion of a sporadic yet successful trip.

Although traveling with no set plan can be exhausting at times, it's amazing how things have a way of working themselves out.

And I will abruptly leave you with this little gem: http://www.buzzfeed.com/babymantis/20-bizarre-pictures-drawn-by-little-kids-1opu

In many countries, you have to pay additional money for side dishes. In Korea, you just pick an entree then watch silly amounts of dishes appear around you. Pictured below is a meal I had at a bus terminal. I paid about $4.00 for one bowl of soup, and this is what the waitress brought me. I thought it was a joke. I literally laughed in this poor woman's face when I saw the tray.

Especially for women. Showing too much arm or upper body is heavily frowned upon, and you will rarely see any Mateen Cleaves. That being said, It's perfectly normal and acceptable to see girls with their entire legs out, even in the dead of winter. It looks like this: 

"Bang" means "room" in Korean, and these rooms are specifically made for singing with groups of people. The best part about noraebangs are the music videos that make no sense. There will be a sad song playing, but on the screen a rabbit wearing sunglasses will be juggling dice in a field.

PC-bangs are giant computer rooms found all over the country which offer cheap access to the internet. These rooms are frequented by gamers, as online gaming is very popular in Korea. Some people spend a tremendous amount of time in these rooms. For example, not too long ago a mother was charged after her child died of neglect while she was on a gaming binge at a PC-bang.

These public bath houses are great alternatives to hotels. You pay $5-10, go take laps in a whirlpool, maybe have a random guy try to scrub you down, then explore themed rooms.

You get a sleeping mat, a locker, and a large man to sleep next to. Some fancier jimjilbangs provide food and entertainment. There is no check in or check out, instead guests come and go as they please during all hours of the day. 

I've only had one bad jimjilbang experience, and it's because I slept next to the snacks freezer and everyone decided to get ice cream at 7 a.m.

6. This dog lives in Korea.
Doesn't have much to do with Korea, I just like this dog.

7. This dog lives here too.
I personally like the black one better, and if you don't agree with me then you need to stop being so racist.

It might make me a terrible person but I have to admit it.  I am not passionate about the letters A-G.  Teaching elementary level English doesn't typically involve the most stimulating topics, and one challenge as a teacher is not only keeping your students interested, but keeping yourself interested as well.

At least according to this news story, featured by the broadcasting network MBC.

I don't know about you guys, but I got reeaally into the Uljin elections this year. It was hard not to, because giant trucks drive around all day using robot voices to just repeat their candidates name. It didn't seem like they were really mentioning anything about politics, just kind of brainwashing voters through repetition. The trucks were then converted into stages where uniformed supporters would dance, sing, and chant.

Speaking English here tends to extend beyond the educational realm, and almost seems like a cultural trend. Unfortunately trends are not always good. Here are some examples of the lingual hybrid known as "Konglish."

I can't tell if this site is serious or not, and it's definitely weird, but it at least has some solid Konglish: http://koreaisbest.com/.

There is free or cheap croffee everywhere in Korea. It seems like every business, restaurant, or public facility has a croffee machine near the entrance. The problem is it's not real croffee, basically just pure sugar. I enjoy an average of 4 per day.

At my last hair appointment the guy was standing right over my shoulder so I got nervous and pointed to Roberty Downey Jr.. The next day at school my students said the hair cut gave me soccer ball face.  

In a society based largely on respect and status, it's rare to find people living the vagabond lifestyle. Of course being homeless isn't always a choice, but it seems as though even the less fortunate find ways to shelter themselves. The only negative side of this is the great conversations I'm missing out on. Many homeless people are very interesting to talk to.

I've also noticed very few people with disabilities in Korea, and I don't know enough to really speculate on this. There is one friendly gentleman in my town who may possess some form of mild disability. He always stops to tell me that "America number 1, Korea number 7!". 

I thought he arbitrarily chose "7" until a conversation I had with a Canada person named Rich. Rich has lived here for a couple years, and confirmed this gentleman always mentions Korea as number 7. Never number 1, Never number 6. Always number 7.