So long, and thanks for all the fish

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

RUBICON!!!

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
(and transfer)

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.