Blogs from Chungcheongnam-do, South Korea, Asia - page 3

I knew Margo before I even met her. That is, I had read her blog while sitting hunched over my laptop on a sunny day in California, trying to glean information about the town I would be moving to in South Korea. I read that she was from South Africa. She liked her little town of Geumsan, but loved her friends in the city of Daejeon. She enjoyed partying and expected people to keep up with her. In my imagination, she was a black girl. Obviously, I was ignorant on most everything related to South Africa. Nelson Mandela, Charlize Theron, wild animals, and Cape Town. That would be the extent of my knowledge. Now thanks to loquacious and patriotic Margo, I know about things like "lekker" and "robots" and the infamous "braais". I first met Margo ... read more

http://hannah.matadoru.com/ Hello guys, I'm using a new blog for my writing. This is the link for it. It's called Following That Clever North Wind which is a reference to the movie Chocolat, one of my favorites and one I always identified with. I'll still be using this blog for random blogs I want to spit out, but the stuff I'm putting more work into will be on the squeaky clean new one! See you in cyberspace Hannah... read more

There are some images that never leave you. For me, seeing someone pull the neck out of a turkey carcass is one of them. Thanksgiving abroad has never included turkey for me. Instead we've settled for chicken or meatballs, but this year it was decided that a turkey would be made and the fowl torture would be going down in my kitchen. On Tuesday, we bought the beast at Costco and threw it in my fridge to defrost. Friday evening rolled around and I worried about when to take it out. I weighed it on my scale. 6 pounds. A small bird that wouldn't need to be taken out until Amy and Kristy arrived on Saturday morning. I went to bed without worries. I called Amy Saturday morning. "Hey, so I haven't taken the bird out ... read more

I tried to write a coherent blog about Mudfest, the two weekend party that celebrates getting blasted in your bathing suit and smearing mud on yourself, but I soon found that the only way to describe my days at Mudfest was to let my inebriated memories take you away... ------------------------------------- I picked my poison. Vodka. Mixed with pomegranate juice in a goblet. Mary and I clinked our glasses and called ourselves squires. "Oh m'lady are you ready for the hunt? Oooh, I just LOVE fox hunts." We are so clever. We drink more...and we become even more clever. Jazz has a gun! She is hidden behind a wooden post. Theresa doesn't see her, but I do. I get caught in the crossfire. A bit annoyed to be wet. Do they think this weekend is fun and ... read more

There's this man. This man is addicted to sniffing scented markers. He can't stop. This man is a teacher. Sometimes if he is bored in class, he will sniff a marker when the students aren't looking. He's always wondering what new scents there are and whenever he's not around the markers, he wonders what they are doing. After a particularly wonderful weekend out with friends this man wonders aloud how many markers should he smell tomorrow and what scents? His friends give him a look of pity. This man has what is called an addiction. They tell him it ends tonight. They put him in a room where he can EASILY get any scented marker in .5 seconds. The shelves are stoked with them. But they tell this man he cannot have one. He must go ... read more