A large percentage of expatriates in Korea have at some point taught English. Most of those teachers came to Korea, or were brought here to do just that. As a result most of us have gone through the same procedure of cultural adaptation. You arrive at the airport and are bamboozled by the pictographs everywhere. You are, if you are lucky, met by someone, a recruiter usually, and shepherded, like a piece of prized cattle, onto a bus or train. Someone else meets you at the bus or train station and takes you to your apartment, opens the door, shoves you inside and tells you to be in work tomorrow. As you settle in for your first night on a year long adventure you realise you have no blankets, no water and no means of getting any. Soon you are taken out by co-workers, desperate to see if you can eat spicy food and if you can sit on the floor. They decide you can do neither and take you to a pizza place with chairs, because at least you can eat some food from home, a sweet potato pizza mayb...