To all the unsung heroes of Korea, including the nice lady that served me fried snacks, the midget in grade 1 who always made me smile, Dave's Sodomy where 3 litres of beer was £4, Red Horse, the friendly local mart husband & wife, the world's fastest broadband, the scantily dressed K-girls in Ghetto, the countless taxi drivers who have taken me home when I should have been taken to a hospital, the mini-skirts, and finally to the bunch of English teachers reading this that didn't mind the world's longest sentence...
Here are two haiku, inspired by my year in Korea:
I'm leaving Busan
With memories of good times.
No thanks to soju.
I will miss Busan.
Sun, sand, soju, samgyeopsal.
I won't miss kimchi.
|Korean children are so very happy!|
|Copyright in Korea = nonexistant|
|Ms. Lonely perfume...I reckon it smells of cats.|
|Bland bakery - really enticing|
|Katie's apartment building on fire!|
|We'll miss drinking out of bowls...|
|We'll miss our attentive students|
|What on earth is "a elvan plate"?!|
Legolas would know...
|We'll miss Korea's drunks|
|Same same saem!|
|Emergency vehicles lack any sense of emergency|
|We'll miss being told where to get off|
|We'll miss buying books from vending machines|
|We'll miss shopping underground...|
|...and the weird mannequins|
|We'll miss the hours spent deskwarming at school|
|Diagonal zebra crossings will be a mere memory|
|At least we can use our trumpets when we leave!|
|We won't miss dogs in bars|
|We'll miss the competition of table football|
|Dave will miss his pink toaster...|
|...and white grape soda|
|Dave's neighbour's clothes smell a bit fishy|
|Transformers buildings! Buildings in disguise!|
|So long Korea...|
and thanks for all the fish.