To break up the monotony of lectures and Korean classes, everyone in the orientation took a field trip to a Korean Folk Village. For those of you in America (specifically New York), you see a lot of tourists from Asia wearing the same thing – t-shirts, polos, what have you. And you make fun of them, or at least I do.
Well, we all wore the same shirts too. Bright blue polo shirts. Do I make fun of myself now?
Anyway, here are the highlights from the Korean Folk Village:
People wrote wishes on small pieces of paper and tied them to ropes that wrapped around large stones. One of them said, “I wish my dad would stop drinking.” Yikes. (Also, apparently we’re not supposed to read them – oops)
We started suffering from the heat around this time.
Our tour guide. Random fact: she graduated from college a while back with a degree in chemistry.
More after the jump.
Our orientation leader Joshua. He’s been outside of Korea a lot, and has virtually no Korean accent when he speaks English. Incredible. More about him in another post.
A dead cicada.
Joshua likes to inflict punishment. Traditional Korean punishment must have sucked. Moral of the story? Don’t be bad.
This guy was awesome, spinning this ribbon around with his head while breakdancing.
Middle of the day. Sharon was dying from the heat. I think everyone else was too.
“Why are they sleeping?”
Making strides with the local kids.
Has anyone seen this man?
Philippe Teston - photographer, observer, monopoly player. 
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