Unfortunately, my camera seems to have been injured terribly between Wednesday's Halloween party and Saturday. The LCD preview screen doesn't work anymore, which is disheartening. The camera also seems to have developed a finicky appetite in relation to batteries. So until I break down and buy myself a new one (which may take awhile since I just bought an expensive digital toy this week--the dictionary), I'm back to taking pictures like I used to with old film cameras, where you pray they turn out ok and don't really know until you develop (or in this case, download) them. I also ran out of batteries a couple times, but with many many thanks to Samantha's gift of a couple more, I was still able to take quite a few shots of the temple grounds.
I took some more that came out ok, which is a miracle considering my poor, limping camera. If you want to see them, check out the album:
|Palgongsan and Donghwasa Temple|
Later on in the evening, I met up with Iosha, Vivian, and Samantha to go to Iosha's boyfriend's friend's bar (is that a mouthful or what?). They were nice guys, and I tried to speak with them in Korean as much as I could, which wasn't all that much. I had a really nice time, although I definitely drank too much soju and ate the spicy peppers in a stupid bar stunt moment... oh dear.
We went downtown to Old Skool, which is a pretty laid back spot for a hip hop place, and ran into Meg and Leo from the YMCA class. I learned a new card game that was silly and fun and then got very sleepy, so I went home.
My Korean must have improved, because I had the following conversation with the cab driver on the way home, entirely in Korean:
"Yulha subway station, please."
"Ok. Where are you from? Canada?"
"No, I'm American."
"Oh! I like USA. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, I don't have a boyfriend."
"Why no boyfriend?"
"I don't know why no boyfriend."
"You should go to Kyungbuk University. You meet boyfriend there."
I pretended not to understand that one.
"Do you like Korean men?"
"Yes, I like Korean men a little."
"Do you like American men?"
"I like American men a little."
"You should have a Korean boyfriend."
Sigh. Oh, Mr. Taxicab Driver, it's not quite that easy to find a quality person to date; especially not in a foreign country. And since when is my love life a taxi cab driver's business anyway? The fact that I answered his question indicates that I'm getting far too used to Korea. I even ask people how old they are within the first five minutes of meeting them now... Scary.