Life in a Truck Stop Hostel

It's gone rain, and music plays from the mountain. I think we're part of season three of LOST. We have a Desmond but his name is Destin...we call him Desatin (like the baby rash creme). There is a Korean girl with a thick afro. I keep feeling like she's going to pull out some cardboard and start back spinning and doing no handed windmills. The guy across from me right now is rubbing his Ipod (he calls it his girlfriend) and my roommate is teen wolf, or maybe that religious circus freak guy from x-men because he has religious tattoos all over him. Oh yea, of course there is the shrine in my room. It consists of Ghanesh, Buddah, and Jesus. I guess they're all pals. Either that or he's just a religion slut. The rest of the people are popped collar wearing mid-western frat boys or Middle Canadians from the bush. Oh geez. Hostel life will end on Friday, thank god, or Ghanesh or Buddah, take your pick. I really want to get one of these little cars they have out here. They make cooper minis look big. They even come with necklace chain anchors. Don't ask me; I don't know. So, I've gotta go to training now (my trainer is the only normal person around) but I'll write later. Ashley says: I ate parsley to forget about how wild poop is. No I said that but anyway. BYE

Korea-The arrival

So we're here,
We arrived after a nice 22 hours of travel. Thanks for the drugs Katie. We were only conscious for about 3 hours of a ten hour flight from Vancouver to Osaka, Japan. From there it was smooth sailing. We hung out in the Osaka airport for a couple of hours. Which, by the way, was more awesome than one would think. Best airport experience of my life. It was the first time I ever felt like I was seeing something just by being in an airport. We watched Japanese television on a nice gigantic flat screen. They love to hit each other in the face. They're a lot like my friends. We also met some Korean Americans from Atlanta. They were really nice and taught us how to say important things like the names of Korean alcohols and "I just had a heart attack." After the wonderful world of Japanese airport land we moved onto the wonderful world of Japanese air travel. Yes, we had sushi on the plane and our own touch screen TV's. Ashley watched 'Friends,' I watched world cup soccer and we could have played video games but we don't drink soda or read in Japanese. So we had that. However, when we finally touched down in Incheon we were spent. But, we still had an hour bus ride to Seoul. That was fun. Ashley's seat had a mind of its own. It reclined at its leisure. Other than that, LOTS of Haundai's and fluorescent lights. Jesus is pink here. We saw multiple crosses blaring their luminescence with pink fluorescent missionary flair. I don't know why that enthralled us so, but it did so live with it. I wrote about it. We got to Seoul City Air Terminal finally where we met up with our company HR representative. He put us in a Taxi out to the youth hostel we are now staying at which is about an hour and a half outside of Seoul. Taxi ride was pretty uneventful until the driver decided he was going to teach us Korean: "America--Goo Morning, Goo Aftanoon, Goo night. Korean-anyang ha say yo" which he repeated at least a double digit amount. He told Ashley "Gooood" when she repeated, so she's got that going for her. Then he proceed to tell me and a fellow teacher, Cory, how to get girls. SMILE! (with spirit fingers). This he also repeated in no less than a double digit amount. So we now speak a little Korean. We're getting all settled in and having fun. We'll write more soon.