My HoBros, Chicken and Hoes

It’s been a while, mainly due to a distinct lack of internet in the new house. That’s right, the family I live with moved house. Potentially the most relaxed moving house I’ve ever witnessed, and host mum thought it was funny that I packed everything away in my suit case, as apparently the moving house guys would have done it for me, AND put it back in the new house all laid out correctly. Britain has got to hire these guys.

Practiced some relationship bonding with my host brother as I made him shave my neck hair. I repaid him by showing him some of my Michael Jackson dance moves. I can also currently hear my other host brother singing ‘Newport County’;  I’m overwhelmed with pride. Had a tour round Seoul National University which is pretty much in the mountains. Also was comforted to see that in even Christian Unions abroad are remarkably similar – a bunch of people sat around talking whilst a few people play a guitar in the corner.

At a urinal I saw a ‘smartie dispenser’. I don’t know what it was, but was pretty disappointed when I realised that I wasn’t going to get some smarties (the greatest of wee treats). Oh and lemonade here is called ‘cider’ – WHAT IS THAT ABOUT.  Also saw a seedy looking pub which had a tacky sticker on the window saying ‘Chicken and Hoes’. Gotta give it to them, they have nailed their target audience. Entrepreneurship at its peak, Sir Alan would be proud.