I haven’t posted in a few weeks, but not because I’ve been super busy doing exciting things. I’ve written a couple of entries but I didn’t post them because one seemed too self-indulgent and the other was boring. Here are some highlights of the past few weeks:
- Many friends have left Gunsan. We usually have a big dinner and go out drinking. It’s sad afterwards.
- I went to Seoul for the Lunar New Year – went to a bunch of cool art exhibits and went to the horse track only to find out that it was closed because of the holiday.
- I’ve been watching The Sopranos – why I haven’t watched this before, I don’t know, but it’s really good.
- I received the date of my last day at my job and I’ve been reading up on possible adventures for afterwards. I’d really like to do the Trans-Siberian Railroad and head in to Eastern Europe, the Balkans specifically. We’ll see!
- I’ve been hibernating – not running much, not going out as much. The past few days have brought some relief from the cold. I’ve gone for a run and a bike ride. I’ve gained a bit of weight but I’m hopeful that the spring will bring back that ol’ athletic spirit.
I have a student in one of my classes who is a bit of a brown-nose, sort of a Tracy Flick from Election. She’s a great student, her English is great and she loves to give me presents. I got a pair of gloves for Christmas, a very expensive looking wine set for Lunar New Year and a box of nice chocolates for Valentine’s Day. The chocolates came complete with a depiction of me.
Not bad, eh?Meanwhile I read a book about life as a prisoner in the North Korean gulag. So a couple of nights ago I had a dream where I was a prisoner in a gulag. This student and her family were imprisoned in the same camp. She was really enthusiastic about all of the North Korean propaganda. It was pretty terrifying in the camp, but I knew for whatever reason that if her family was released I would be released with them, so I had to tolerate if not encourage her annoying celebration of the régime. One day Dear Leader himself was visiting the camp. I could have pummelled him with a metal pipe – maybe killing him, maybe not – but I chickened out. I wanted to live.