Big Shoes = Big Feet?

So I moved in to the new place. Properly properly horrible. Within the first few days I had managed to get ill, which I’m not directly blaming on the sanitary of the place (I am). Plus at night it got properly cold, and it took my living there for 10 days before I used the shower (don’t worry mother, I used the schools facilities in the meanwhile), and actually didn’t use the toilet once.  True. Got accustomed to brushing my teeth in bizarre places such as the subway stations, or in the showers. Perhaps normally it would be unusual but brushing culture over here is surprisingly liberal, and actually brushing your teeth in the shower is proper legit and should definitely by tried before being knocked. Anyway, was in a bit of a dilemma as I was thinking I couldn’t stay at this place all that much longer but I had told the guy I’d be there for 2 months and signed something (I have no idea what). Then suddenly  I get a text from the manager telling me that the place is closing down (not surprised), and that I’ve got a week to move out (a little surprised) and that I don’t have to pay any moneys for the 3 weeks I’ve been there (surprised). So as I type, I’m writing this in my new equally-small-but-it’s-clean-and-I’ve-got-a-bed-this-time room. Best way.

Been getting some ‘extra-curricular’ lessons recently. A Korean lass decided that my ENGLISH pronounciation was incorrect, and also proceeded to try and teach me how to say these words properly. All in all, a fairly insulting experience. Also, whilst taking the underground home late one night I managed to find the area of town where all the (let’s try and be PC about this) unusual people hang. Let’s just call it the freak place. I walked passed various people with various ailments, some unidentifiable sounds coming from the toilets, but the strangest guy was an old man with socks tucked into his trousers and shoes AT LEAST 6 sizes too big (actually not exaggerating, I’ve video proof). This guy was rummaging around the bins in the underground station before going onto the same carriage as me. Then with the junk he had got, started reading some binned handwritten paper notes, and binned newspapers and other junk like that. Then he ripped out some pages, put them in a little plastic sleeve, and then shoved them down his pants. I have honestly no idea.

Went to down to the south of Korea on a weekend away to chill on the beach and go to a cherry blossom festival. Actually, chilling on the beach didn’t happen due to rain. But I’ll tell you what did happen, bought an umbrella for about 5 pounds which broke after 5 hours. Not best pleased. The cherry blossom festival however was mint, the highlight being the performance of a bunch of more-than-middle-aged Korean ladies dancing to ‘5 6 7 8’ by steps. My eyes bled.

So North Korea told all the foreigners to get out. The day after this, in class there we’re building works outside that (no joke) sounded just like airplanes (serious), and then as I walked down the corridor I heard what sounded JUST like rapid gun fire. It turned out it was just the wind hitting against these tort plastic sheets outside. Heart was racing. Lately they’ve gone totally silent. I would say it was as if nothing had happened, but in truth not one Korean I’ve met has even blinked an eye at the whole situation.