The other night Tory and I went to a bar because we wanted to play darts. (Darts is extremely popular here, and they have all these fancy dart machines at various drinking establishments.) We sat at a table near the dart machine, waiting for a bunch of Koreans to finish their game. One of the bartenders came over and suggested that we sit at a table that's by the window. When I told him we were waiting for the dart machine, he smiled, walked over and wrote "u-you" on the white board that I had failed to see so that the Koreans in the bar knew we were next in line.
"U-you" is the Korean word for milk.
Caroline, Dave and I found a swing that swung out over a cliff-like hill on a hike. I don't think this sort of thing would fly back home. It was fun, but unfortunately the make-shift swing had nails sticking out of the seat making it a tad uncomfortable...though I should be used to getting nailed by now.
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