Asia | Korea, Republic of – The heat is back.
Greetings from Korea! Life here is rolling along merrily as ever. The monsoon season is apparently now over, which is somewhat of a relief considering the gaping hole in my living room ceiling, which allowed me the unusual novelty of experiencing indoor rain. We had periods where it rained relentlessly for a few days at a time, and I considered fashioning a dug-out canoe just to get home at night. I did wonder how it was possible for that much water to be in the sky, such was the extent of the deluge, but finally it seems to have packed up for another year. It’s been replaced by a remorseless heatwave. The last few days especially have been absolutely scorching. I was reclining on my roof terrace yesterday afternoon, and at 14.30, the thermometer was reading 42.2 degrees C / 108 degrees F. I think that can justifiably be called ‘hot’.
Clearly no-one has thought to inform Korea that it’s not in the tropics. I’m not complaining – far from it, I love hot weather, and the effect it has on the skimpiness of women’s clothing can only be considered an added bonus!
I’m becoming more and more friendly with my students as time goes by. There’s been a few good nights out with them, and this very afternoon I’m going for lunch with a student and her husband. I’m particularly looking forward to this, as he is apparently one of a very rare breed – the Korean vegetarian. This should guarantee me a decent meal, free from the rigours of meat and fish which are sometimes difficult to avoid when eating out around here.
Last night was another wonderfully random experience. So many people are so desperate to speak English, that on any given night you have no idea who is going to approach you in a bar and invite you to their table. last night it was a guy called Sok-Ju. I joined him, his sister and a female friend of his, and the usual ‘Oh, you are handsome man’ platitudes were quick to emerge. (This isn’t me being big-headed. Every foreigner gets told they’re handsome on a near daily basis whenever you meet people in bars). His female friend, ‘Joyce’ (who was rather cute) was absolutely plastered, and spent much of the evening fawning over my hair, nuzzling into my neck, and securing her hand on my inner thigh. I wasn’t going to take advantage however, being a gentleman and all that. Still it was nice to get the attention, even if she was paralytic!
So, that’s me for now. Vegetarian delights await in about an hour, so I think I’ll go and have an iced-kiwi juice outside the cafe over the street, and swelter in the tropical heat for a while. Adios!