In which I go to a water park, meet Eunmi's friends, and discuss Taylor Swift in more detail than I probably should

There was no wi-fi in the hotel room at Daemyung, so today is a two-day catchup post. Sorry there are no pictures for most of it, but I could hardly carry my camera around at the water park, could I?

The car ride to the resort was only about an hour long, but it still managed to be hellish. It was sweltering hot, and I got carsick in record time. While I sat back, looked out the front window, and tried to dissociate from my nauseous body, I stuck my earbuds in because if I have to listen to Eun-hyuk's English phonics tape one more time I swear I'll stab myself in the face.

When we got to the hotel room, I flopped onto the couch and mumbled to Kris that I would not be moving for the rest of the day. She, having one four-year-old to deal with already, took none of my crap and dragged me out to the water park. Still hot and still uncomfortable, I tried to get in the spirit of things and took a plunge down a huge water slide.

As soon as I hit the water, to quote my favorite WWII history book, "it was as if someone had passed a magic wand over me and said, '[Christina], you feel great.'"

Motorcycle!

Guys, guys! Motorcycle!

Okay, that's Stella riding it, but we all got a turn and I was the best at it! (By virtue of being the only girl who wasn't terrified of going fast enough to have to pick up her feet.)

After Korean class we all went to the waterfront to play basketball, and one of the students (a man who works at some kind of proofreading service, and whose name I forget) brought his shiny motorcycle. He said that he had brought it to teach some of the boys to ride, but the boys were all playing basketball so he ended up with four girls to teach instead. I got it up to third gear and zoomed down the waterfront path! It was SO COOL!

The Karaoke Conspiracy

I have somehow become Eun-hyuk's Beyblade opponent. Permanently.