A grabby machine filled with vitamins.


Not exactly free-range...


Urgh.


Double ugh.


Mini urgh!


Oh. My. God.


This could probably kill me.


Holy crap, yes please.


My depress-o Street.

Somehow when planning my move to Korea I forgot to take into account the fact that I would no longer have day-to-day interaction with native English speakers. It is now Tuesday evening and I the last time I spoke face-to-face with someone who could completely understand me without trying super hard was Sunday afternoon.

As such, I have started to fill my ‘school night’ evenings with a relentless slog through the films and TV shows on my laptop. After 3 consecutive evenings my eyes were sore and my bum was completely numb (damn you subpar deskchair!) and so I decided to kill an hour by walking down my road and taking pictures of things. Most of these things are food, as usual. 

PS: I am yet to buy anything from the pictured market as I am intimidated by the store-manning ajummas.  

PPS: That carton of stuff is somewhere between frozen milkshake and ice cream. It is amazing and happily I can’t read the carton, therefore ensuring ignorance of calories.