Since some of you are probably wondering, I like the Type RISK drivers best. Yes, they have performed amazing feats on the road, and though I have soiled several pairs of shorts in taxi cabs, I am always prefer to be panic-stricken rather than pissed off and frustrated with nancy-drivers. Bus drivers are Type RISK as well.

So I'm also glad there isn't malaria in this country, because if there were, I'd be dead. I've either been bitten all over my body by mosquitoes or I am breaking out in a rash. The little mosquito repeller my host mom gave me is about as useful as a 'coke and mentos' experiment (youtube.com) is to NASA trouble-shooting. All it did was spill chemicals on my floor and give me a migraine. In fact, the mosquito problem has only worsened since that day I plugged it in the wall.

I tried to find a pottery studio today, but somehow all my communication of saying that "I do pottery" and "I want to learn more" and "where can I do pottery?" and "look at these pictures of my pottery" did not get across to my host mom. Instead she took me to a traditional ceramics yard and I got roped into correcting the English on their brochure. But my mom bought me some pieces and I met my first real friend. I say real because to date all my friends have either been a)forced relationships with boring koreans b)white mormons from the states or c) Jehovah's witnesses who want to spill my blood.

Speaking of which, they came by my residence the other day while I was flying back from Gyeongju. I had to tell my family that if they ever come by again to tell them that I am not here. I then had to explain that I have moral qualms with their lifestyle and therefore can not be friends with them. It was awkward being told by my host mother, "Do not give your number to anybody, especially koreans." But I broke that rule today with my new friend. His name is Mr. Chong. He's a retired professor of English Language at a small University in Seoul. He likes hiking, biking, and sucking out the marrow of life(I assume).

Damn, this entry got long. It was supposed to be an addendum to the last one, and a statement about how my mosquito killing cunning is adapting to my new environment and prey.