I recently took a trip to Busan with my sister, and the fish market was my absolute favorite part of the excursion. Here's roughly how the fish market thing works:
When you walk into the massive building, you'll see scores of vendors trying to slang their catch to you for cheap. They're not aggressive or pestering; some of them can speak-a-da English fairly well and are open to haggling. They'll be delighted to see your foreign face. (Continued...)
Middle-school students are pros at sniffing out lesson-related hangman words. Sometimes, when you need to hold the class over for another 5 minutes, but don't want to risk having your thunder stolen too soon, I suggest this word in a game of hangman:
Korea isn’t exactly crime-free, but it’s really safe. There has never been a time when I’ve felt in danger (excluding taxi rides) or like I should get out of dodge to avoid trouble. (I bet Koreans think I’m the most dangerous thing on the streets at night.) Basically, Korea is a place so orderly that it will probably bore a thrill-seeker (or a South African).
My area of Gwangju has been experiencing a boom in construction over the last few years. Most of the buildings being put up are either 4-story apartment buildings or restaurants and other businesses. What’s cool is that a few of the newest buildings in my area house the Gwangju FC soccer team, so I always see the players lurking about the streets. Given that the area isn’t exactly Gwangju’s most exclusive, it’s a surprise these guys aren’t being barraged regularly by hordes of young succubi seeking their courtship.
During class, one of my students pointed this toy crossbow directly at my eye at point-blank range. I'm sure he meant well with this warm gesture of marksmanship, but I necessarily confiscated his toy anyway.
I'm not sure about other teachers out there, but I've seen an panoply of impressive arms born by my students, particularly the boys. My boys have brought in BB guns, arm-length toy M16 rifles and even tree branches sharpened and carved into the shape of a machine gun.
I happened by an antique store with lots of nicknacks and tchotchkes and was instantly drawn to a pair of oversized, primitive-looking shears. They were particularly appealing since I had no idea what they were for. Had it not been for the random channel surfing I was doing during lunch one day, I would never have known what these bulky scissors were designed to do: cut food.
The Gwangju World Cup Stadium is a great place to watch a soccer game on weekends. Tickets are only 10,000W a piece and you can bring your own food and/or beer into the stadium. The adjacent Lotte Mart is oh-so-close, too, making a half-time sprint for the spirits easily manageable.
With soccer season in full swing, I’ve really enjoyed rooting for Gwangju FC week after week. For a guy who doesn’t give two shits about sports, that’s saying something.