Miss, Adventure

Another stroll down another strange street in another strange city where I don’t speak the language and my body doesn’t like the weather. This time, though, people are talking to me. “Taxi, miss?” “Miss, massage?” “Sarong, madam?” “Hey, girl, you need taxi?” Apparently, my impression of “girl who doesn’t need a taxi” needs some work. … Continue reading

Ducklings: Being Homes-Sick

As long as I live, I’ll have a trail of homes to be sick for following me around like so many ducklings. Where I grew up, where I went to university, where I studied abroad, where I started my adult life, where I had my first real job, the list will grow as I keep … Continue reading

The More Things Stay The Same…

“Okay, those stares, I noticed.” I mentioned to my friend as we walked past a handful of gawking teenaged boys. I’ve been in Malaysia for a few days now, and I’ve gotten stared at a lot. Like many assumed inconveniences, this bothers the friend I’m staying with far more than it bothers me. Dude, I … Continue reading

Doing Myself Justice

The Catalyst Not so terribly long ago, I met a man who thought he’d cornered the market on bitchiness. “Darling,” he said to me, though between his drawling accent and the copious amount of soju he’d consumed, it sounded more like “daaaaahling”. “Darling,” he said. “You’re the baby of this bunch and you look like … Continue reading

Travel Genetics

There are some things that go with growing up. Bills, responsibilities, hangovers, and coming to an uneasy middle ground about your parents, somewhere between the childhood mentality that Mom and Dad know everything about everything, and the adolescent assumption that they’re just as batty as they seem to think you are. Many of the realizations … Continue reading

Balancing Game

So, things are changing around me. Once again, certain parts of my life have turned into a soap opera, with marriage proposals (don’t worry, folks, they’re nowhere near me, things aren’t going that wacky) ghostly sounds in my apartment at all hours of day and night, and the requisite goofy faces any time anyone walks … Continue reading

Baptism By Hot Water: Another Failed Conversion

  There are a lot of places where I don’t want to undergo a religious conversion. Actually, scratch that, I can’t think of a place where I’d want to undergo a religious conversion. Even if I could, I’m pretty sure a public bathhouse would be a long way off that list. And yet there seems … Continue reading

One Week

I have had one wonderful week of holiday. I spent part of the week in Busan, but had a lovely few days in Daejeon as well. Predictably, I shocked a number of people with something about myself. My age, my knowledge of Korean culture, and as always, my penchant for being by myself. I like … Continue reading

Two Types

There are two types of people doing the kind job I have right now, well, at least two. The two that are most prevalent here are: The people who want to be teachers and leaving home is the means to that end. The people who want to travel, and teaching English is a means to … Continue reading

Ppuri Park: Making an Adventure

Sunday morning, in spite of having stayed up too late talking to people from back home on the internet the night before, I dragged my tucchus out of bed at the slightly ridiculous hour of 9:30 and went on an adventure Four buses, one kimbap restaurant, a couple of convenience stores and a fair amount … Continue reading