Of course, when you spend that day off with your boss and all your co-workers it does start to feel like work, but I supposed we still had a good time. The journey began after classes on Tuesday when we all piled into a van for a three hour drive to Mr. Kim's grandfathers house near the beach in some part of Korea. Can't recall the name of the city for the life of me.

The drive was uneventful and we arrived in one piece a group of fairly hungry teachers as most of us had not eaten since lunch. Since the hungry were many it was decided that the BBQ scheduled for tomorrow would take place right away and the Korean BBQ was set up. It was at this point that we learned that although there were copious amounts of food to be had, there was not, in fact, anything for me to eat. So after drinking a few beers, and then being offered a tomato (hey it was better then nothing) I watched as the others ate to their fill, and eventually decided it was off to bed. Mr. Kim was interested in going out of Soju, and since I wasn't tired, and was hungry and figured my chances of getting food would increase if I did not go to sleep, I went along to a traditional Soju bar, where I did managed to land some French Fries and the beginning of a hangover.

That night we slept upstairs in the grandfathers house, a very nice place with a beautiful garden, all the trees bonsiaed and manicured, and surrounded on all sides by rice fields, very pretty. The only draw back being that there were no beds and the, um, mattress provided for us to sleep on were little more then quilted blankets. Since I had no pillow, I rolled mine up and just went to sleep on the solid floor, I had my blankie so it didn't really matter.

We woke up around nine, had breakfast (made by the Chinese-Korean house maid, and apparently not done quite correctly according to Mr. Kim) and then set out for the beach, where we spent the next several hours laying around in the sun, swimming in the very very very cold water (which I only did twice for about 15 minutes a turn) reading and eventually BBQ-ing again, still no food for little ol me. Mr. Kim did start digging up clams in the ocean and brought them in, put them on the grill and insisted I eat them. They weren't bad. I've never had clams that were that fresh. I have to admit though my stomach is off, and I'm hoping that I don't get a spat of sickness from eating those tasty little treats.

Either way we eventually finished up, and headed back, stopping at a temple to eat Bi-bim-bap, and noodles. There was a very interesting side dish served, some wild mountain vegetable, that was quite yummy. It was served in such quantity I really had to wonder if it was wild, but who cares. The BBB was a little spicy for my taste but I'm none the worse for wear.

Not much else to relate. I'll let you know how things turn out with the clams,