Korea

I'm currently reading a book entitled This Kind of War: The Classic Korean War History, and I stumbled across a few passages that will help you better understand my experiences here:

"The summers were hot and dusty, or hot and rainy, with hundred-degree temperatures.  The winters were Siberian.  The country literally stank, except for the few months during which the ground stayed frozen."

"[In reference to the American soldier in Korea] He never got used to the stink.  Inside the city, the odors were of decaying fish, woodsmoke, garbage and unwashed humanity.  Outside, the fresh air was worse.  Koreans, like most Orientals, use human fertilizer.  Their fields and paddies, their whole country smells somewhat like the bathroom of a fraternity house on Sunday morning."

And, just so you know, things haven't changed much since 1950!  Sure, when you go to some of the upscale malls in Seoul, you'd think you were in some yuppified shopping district located in downtown Chicago. 

Basically, I'm freezing my diaper off here, but the good thing:  If I have a dirty diaper, nobody can tell because the smell just blends right in.  I have no need to be red-cheeked about it. 

Sheesh, a composition teacher would give me an F for this entry.  I'm bouncing all over the place.  No transition sentences, no topic sentences.....lack of correct punctuation.  Just don't show Mom. 

Now to another topic....ahhh.....perfect transition.

I have new wheels.  Only a picture does these wheels justice.  More back story later....  I'm in a hurry.  Mom's going jogging, and I get to drive. 

Just bein' a cool dude.