It election time in Wonju, and they've rolled out these portable stages on the backs of trucks to get the word out. Eventually someone will get behind the podium and start informing everyone on the street why candidate X is the best. I took this downtown on our last trip to the Exchange Bank to send some more money home.

I've spent the last two weeks in a foul mood. A year of frustrations has mixed with a lack of giving a fuck to make a shit stew. For a week everyone from work was planning on doing something on Friday night for our last weekend in Wonju. Robert, on the other hand, was worried about the World Cup friendly between Korea and Senegal. He also used the fact that he had to be at work at ten today and then pick up one of the new teachers from the airport in the afternoon as an excuse. This from the guy who was hungover (like every weekend) and got up at eight a couple of weeks ago to drive us to Gyeongju. The Friday night get together was no go. You should have seen the way the guy shot out of the hagwon as the last bell sounded on Friday. I'm missing my team's run to the Stanley Cup and your panties are in a bunch over a friendly. No one else offered to do anything with us, leaving us with a bitter taste. We're leaving soon and no one seems to care. Meh.. fuck them. They say they want to do something Monday night with us and the new teachers, but with packing and tests before we leave i'm not sure that will be feasible. Off to Seoul again tomorrow.

We have started selling some of our stuff before heading home. Within a day of posting the stuff online it had almost all been spoken for. It turns out the guy (a Canadian) who bought our bike and some other stuff also tutors a few of our students. When he came over he asked us if we had any plans. Confused, i told him no and he promptly invited us to his place for lunch. We met his wife and daughters and talked about Korea as we had Samgyeopsal (삼겹살). He was really nice and we wished we had met him a year earlier. Having a total stranger invite us over for a meal probably compounded the lack of sentimentality shown by our coworkers. Three more days of work...
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