Commodore Busan

... in Korea at least one more year... Let's be honest, what EXACTLY would I do in The States right now?? Move back in with mom and dad, and search for jobs like the rest of the country? Try to go back to school for the MA that I want, when the Cal State system is in shambles??? OR, I could stay here, get paid pretty well, and do something I love. Don't get me wrong, I do want to go home....but I'm ok for now. I can ...

... one into the lounge and the other will be my bedroom. i just have to find somewhere that sells chairs. i know Korean's sit on the floor a lot but i fear for my back!<br><br>It's stiflingly hot in my flat though and the air conditioning is temperamental. Hopefully by the time i've finished in this internet cafe it will have cooled down enough.<br><br>Pictures will follow as soon as I get internet access at the flat.<br><br>bye for now.x

... and watching the cricket on the plasma-screen TV, before travelling back to Seoul on Monday morning. The joys of travelling were once more in evidence on the train, where I met an apparently famous Korean classical singer, and we chatted for the entire journey. She actually lives in Germany now but had travelled to Busan to record her new album and play a concert! We exchanged contact details so a trip to Berlin could be on the cards in the New Year...<br>

... and three phone calls to a translator before we had our rooms. When we finally got up there to lay down for a rest, we discovered that one of the rooms didnt even have a bed! It was a traditional Korean-style room with bed mats! It was a bit painful, but it was actually pretty fun. It was like a big slumber party, but with booze and porn in the VCR. Oh yeah, porn! I found a video cassette and played it....porn, porn, porn! The worst part was ...

... up another thing I'll be happy to get back to which is an American sense of space. I think that the reason why may Europeans like Korea is that their countries are similarly built up so they can deal with having people around them at all times. Koreans think its odd when I go off in a corner alone to read or study. Even when they study its in mass groups which is one of the reasons why they arrive at nearly ...

Meli Kliseumaseu jal Ji Naego Saehae Pog Manhi pateuseyo!<br><br> <br><br> That's "Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!"<br><br> <br><br> I can't believe I'm already coming to the end of a year here. The fall was really pretty, but now the school year is finishing up, with the last day on December 31st. I have to do a week of winter camp for a week after that. Just a few hours a day, for one week, teaching students ...

... machine gun emplacements. Everybody on the base was carrying Armalite rifles and wearing body armour. This was somewhere that you definately didn't step outside the yellow lines. Well I'm going to go crawl back into bed now. I apologise for the drearyness of this postcard, but I'm afraid there is not much about Pusan to reccomend it. The temperature never even made it above 10 degrees. I hate the place. Love Bruce (Jock)

... 11:45 sunday morning. Mr. Park seemed initially displeased with me but he did loosen up in the car and he started to get more friendly. They seem like a nice couple and I hope working for them will go well. It was a four hour car ride back to Geochang. Mr. Park took me out for what amounted to a proper feast of Kim-Chi snails, shrimp tofu and korean dumplings. all of it was verry good and we ate in ...

... has taken measures to counter this threat to its centre-stage position. Every fortnight a new film festival seems to be starting somewhere in Seoul: the European film festival, the family film festival, the short film festival. None of these can compare with Busan's offering, though, and so the rivalry goes endlessly on. I will get to the beach at Busan one day, just not yet. On my second trip to the south side I turned almost immediately inwards and northwards ...

... noodles etc thrown into the sauce). But by far the worst part was that we were eating an entire chicken, bones, entrails, the lot. Once you managed to pick out a piece of poultry from the big, red, gloopy mass in front of you, chances were you would bite into it and a) discover it was liver or b)it would be that sort of knobbly bit, on the bone, full of gristle and not much else. Between the 3 of us we must have eaten about 1/20th of what we were served. Rubbing our ...