Last week I finally got to enjoy that great Korean pastime that they stole from the Americans – baseball. One of the Korean teachers, Maxim, is an avid LG Twins fan, so she took us to their stadium and tried to explain the rules to us. It turns out that the rules of baseball I learned from Wii Sports Baseball aren’t quite right – this led to much confusion when I tried to explain to what a Wii was. The main thing I took away from the whole experience was that Korean teams don’t seem to be very good. We didn’t see any home runs, although being a complete newcomer to baseball I don’t know how common they are, and only 4 points (runs? goals?) were scored throughout the whole game, resulting in a depressing-looking scoreboard populated almost exclusively by zeroes.
Pleasingly, Korean businesses stayed true to form and all the food and drink within the stadium was the same price it is outside – we paid around £1.50 for beers, but regrettably were only able to quaff 3 each before the final whistle blew (pretty sure I heard a whistle). All-in-all a thoroughly enjoyable if baffling experience, and one I’m keen to repeat before I leave.
This past week has gone really very quickly. Mostly because we’ve had two – count ‘em, two – special days. On Tuesday we took the children to a strawberry farm. They got to pick strawberries, eat strawberries, make strawberry jam, throw strawberries on the ground, stamp on them, then show me their remains, and generally run about like children are supposed to. Here are some cutesy pictures –
Four weeks to go and I’m finished. My daunting return to the real world is almost upon me!