Well people, here is the moment you have all been waiting for, or maybe it’s just me that has. Daniel’s blog! (That sounds like something from Star Trek)
After much deliberation I have decided to try my hand at this malarkey to see what all the fuss is about. And oh boy, it has not disappointed. My hands are shaking just typing these very words. Wowzers!
Now, enough of that rubbish and down to business. Here are just a few snapshots of our experiences in Korea.
A guide to Korean eccentricities in the workplace;
It’s not every job you get to wear slippers to work. In fact, I can only think of two other occupations off the top of my head; grandpa and mental patient. (There are no comparisons to the latter and working in Korea) You can clearly see our footwear in the following picture. We are two very cool pirates.

The next is the school bell. Not suffice to have just a simple ‘Ding-dong’ or perhaps the more traditional ‘Rrrrrringggg’, the signal for our lesson to start is an 80 second-long Korean song featuring children singing and the words ‘Ding ding dong’, at which point many of the students like to join in with the singing, mainly the younger ones as they are not “too hip” for this activity. The older students just roll their eyes and get on with things. These words do not do justice to this tune. It is great…well not after 3 months.
As Rachel has mentioned before, the children are quite amazed by the amount of hair on my body. I’m not sure if this is because they have none or if it’s because I am blessed with an abundance. I like to think it’s the former, but I know otherwise. Anyway, as well as the daily arm stroke or occasional questions as to ‘how’ I am so hairy (I have no answer to this one, mum/dad help?) something very funny happened to me last week. One of the more astute students, codenamed ‘Julian’, noticed some chest hair protruding from the top of my shirt. At this point he pointed it out to the other students. I was then repeatedly called a monkey and cornered by a number of them who were trying to lift up my shirt. Bloody hilarious I think not! Rachel thought otherwise. Her tears didst roll.
When we first arrived in Korea, one of our favourite pastimes was ‘guess the meat’. This was partly due to the fact that everything kind of gives off the same smell – slightly fishy. Not great when you’re trying to stomach a beef dish. But now, we have come to just eat without questioning. We are both pretty adventurous when it comes to what we’re presented with on the table but I, for one, will draw the line at silkworm larvae. Tried it a few times and never again. It bursts in your mouth, doesn’t taste of anything, and the smell is near unbearable (and that’s saying something coming from me). If you’re lucky, we’ll bring some back with us. Or, if you can’t wait then just head out into your gardens and dig up some worms. I think it will be quite similar. Worms……mmmmmmm!
Apart from this, the food is quite delicious. My favourite is galbi. This is where you have a bbq pit on your table and you order the meat. It then comes out raw and you cook it yourself. It also comes with lots of extra dishes (as do most meals in this country). It’s pretty fun and tastes great, especially with a brew in hand.
Yesterday we went to a neighbouring city called Jeon-ju. It is a very famous city within Korea because of its vast history. There are all sorts of traditional sights and activities to pursue in this wonderful area. (If you didn’t guess, I took that straight from a book, I’m so cheeky!) Joking aside, it’s a pretty sweet place to visit. They have an old Hanok district, which is the traditional housing. One can explore the narrow, cobbled streets and stumble upon a secluded teahouse. There are also other up and coming areas with shopping, galleries, museums, and arty coffee shops.
It was a great day for us to go as there were celebrations in the city for an old King who’s portrait goes on show for the public once a year to mark his death. It’s an important day for the people of Jeon-ju and it was just luck that our trip coincided with it. As well as this, we had a fantastic dinner called Hansik. You order for the amount of people and the dishes just keep coming out. Around 25 in total. (And no silkworm, phew!) Following dinner we went shopping and checked out more of the city. A great day! The company wasn’t bad either. Thanks Rach.
Well, that’s quite enough from me. Be safe people, and remember, if a short person with a pale complexion offers to share a tasty snack in a cup with you and it doesn’t smell all too fresh, respectfully decline the offer and back away slowly. You have been warned.

A picture of the king himself. New word of the day - palanquin.

One of the arty buildings along the aptly named 'Culture Street'

Hansik - Yum!