So I found out where Old Yeller went after Travis shot his dog in the face...
...yup, that's right, he got chopped up and went to a Korean 'shik tang'.

So I ate dog last night. It's told to be a powerful food for men, not exactly sure how, but maybe it's like those old myths that if you eat Lion meat you will obtain extraordinary strength.

I must say that it was tasty, not the best meat, but edible for sure. It was odd though, our plate was almost entirely fat. And the fat on dog has a texture to it like no other. It was almost like it wasn't cooked, and it just sort of melted in your mouth. Well, I won't be eating that again by choice. I couldn't get the images of dogs being butchered out of my mind. You the hell is so stone-cold that they can slice up dogs for a living?

Anyway, afterwards I had this 'oh my god, our languages are so different' moment. It centered around a 15 minute conversation about the difference between "pick-up (a person" and "pick-up (an object)"... it was a struggle and I have nothing to show for it now except the word for moon, "dahl".

The second round consisted of me trying to fend off the 42 year-old woman that works in the bar below. When she's around the questions always turn to my feelings on marriage, whether or not I have a girlfriend, and if I think she's pretty. I tell her that I'm spoken for, but then she just tells me that I can have TWO girlfriends. I could tell her I have leprosy, and she'd still rub-up on me all the time. One night I told her she was old enough to be my mother. Part of that got translated, it was a nasty scene.

I got back home at 9:30pm (that's too early for my spirit). So, I met up with Rafiq who happened to be sitting at a park bench in the main rotary. It was a nice night of talking to strangers, harassing school kids on their way home after 'hogwon', and talking shop with another English teacher.

I love the fact that we can drink on the streets here; it's one of my favorite places to drink wherever I am, but a friend we met last night asked us, "are you poor?". He was legitimately concerned about our welfare, but he couldn't understand that we enjoyed it. Ah, the low culture that I enjoy spreading!