From the bowels of a place unbeknownst to most...

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And thus it begins again... the walk down the slime-covered, demon infested path to one's current location. Little has come to pass, yet feeling the urge to write, one has come to give birth to abomination once more.

Since the last chapter there has been a few meetings, greetings, gushings and splatterings. It all began with an arranged walk down a stream in Seoul (one mentioned a few times in this blog, previously known as "The Homestead") with the one and only Mengyu. Friday night took us there in the discernibly cooler, yet still hot, muggy weather we've been despotised with recently. Beginning with a short walk we moved down the stream until finding a place to sit and eat a few nibbles. We then moved a little further down and found a place to dip our feet in the trickling, tepid waters and partake in a glass of wine from a PET bottle once containing tea... all because some fool forgot glasses... After an hour or so of idle chat and silly giggles we decided a visit to the little boys/girls room was in order and checking the time decided we should probably board trains bound for our respective abodes. Noting that the subway entrance nearest was shut we moved on and eventually (after stopping to buy a necklace...) got trains home.

The following evening involved meeting David and Ingling for dinner and shopping (on Ingling's part). Completing this we moved to a bar for a beverage or two. This turned into a few and a time in Karaoke, where once again we achieved sore throats. The bar also involved the consumption of Johnnie Walker Green Label (nice), and a game called "Baskin Robbins 31," normally played in Korean, but as there were an Aussie, an Englishman, a Singaporean and a Korean present we played in Cantonese, Mandarin, English, Korean, Japanese, Malay, French, German and Hokkien. If only Paul had been there, we'd have played in Gaelic as well... Following the singing, Ingling and her friend left... myself and David purchased a bottle of water, some Korean Mandarin juice and a beer. Whilst waiting for the morning train we consumed these and talked random muck. Before our trains we stopped for a noodly breakfast, during which I began to fall asleep at the table... hehe. I finally got home at 10am and attempted to sleep for the rest of the day.

As Tuesday was a holiday, Monday night involved a walk to the top of the mountain behind the station again. I trekked all the way up there with a bottle of wine hoping to have a glass and contemplate life as one does, but forgot the bottle opener. Damn me. Regardless it was exeptionally pleasant. Being away from it all for a time with nothing but the cool zephyr to comfort you is good for the soul.

Tuesday involved relaxing with a film before going to meet Minako for tea. This too was excelent. Which brings us to today... work.

There ends an account of the meaningful, albeit rather dull existence I lead.

Love, peace and mungbeans.

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Photos

Myself out (of focus) with Mengyu
Damn focus areas...

Hard at work...
This is Amy... showing you what it really means to be a teacher

Is it forever?
Paul and our reinforcement teacher Jane

Happy children
That's the meaning of our job, isn't it?

How about a kiss, love?
It's all about the birthday!

An evening above the cespit
Here is the view from my vantage point atop the mountain.

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johnny
there seems to be a real culture of over indulgence in korea. do they have subsidires on liver transplants? still as long as you enjoy yourself alls well. kids all over the world look the same dont they! see you soon