... Where did I put that two months ....

Well, I have been more than a bit slack. No one will be accusing me of an overly active blog.
"So what has happened since christmas ?", I don´t hear you ask. Well not a whole heap.

I haven't started working yet. The process of actually working in another country is one fraught with struggle as the whole world is consumed by the fear that their country will be overrun by the evils that exist beyond its shores. Modern policy making everywhere is dominated by kneejerk reactions to media hyperbole. The result is superfluous process that complicates the lives of those who play by the rules without seriously hindering those for whom it was it intended. That is to say, those that will falsify documents only have to falsify more documents which is not such a jump.
In my case, I will be working within seoul, and not south of the city as I was going to which is better for me. The Job I will be working starts with the school year in March meaning that I have to conform to new immigration regulations having not completed the process before the change date. The changes involve proving beyond a doubt that I am not a criminal, don't take drugs and have the qualifications that I said I have. A process of triple checking is involved, merely producing original sealed copies of the documentation is not sufficient. I understand why, as there have been some cases of imported english teachers committing drug offenses recently.. It is still a pain in the as though as realistically I could have been running drugs for the last year and it would have not shown through the QLD only criminal check I had to produce.

All that aside, the last two months have been spent playing guitar at home, trying to improve my finger-style playing (Tommy emmanuel is a good example of this playing method).

Some thoughts of note.
Transit culture is something that is very important. Every form of public transportation differs in use a little between peoples. For example it is acceptable for people to push into trains and compact the people within the train if there is a lot of people that need to board. In Oz this would not be tolerated.
There are subtleties as well though, such as the timing of pressing the call button on the bus. In brisbane the custom is to press the button as soon as possible without appearing too eager, so as to give the Bus driver the maximum amount of warning without having the call button lit for the entire trip. Here it seems that a distance of 100 - 200 mtrs before the stop is acceptable, and you have to wait until the station has been called but the recorded announcement and that the bus is in the same block. All fair enough.
In Colombia you have to fight to the door and press the button exactly when you want to (literally) jump of the bus, there is no predefined stop that anyone pays attention too.
In Brisbane payment is to the bus driver by placing coins on the little unmarked table, and receiving your change from the driver when you board (if you have no ticket). Here payment is made by putting notes into a perspex box and the driver pressing a button to dispense change when you board (if you have no smart card). In Colombia the bus doesn't stop so you can board, organize your things then pay. Some buses there have an employee that collects the fee from the passengers once underway.

The buses here are very orderly and apart from the language barrier making it extremely difficult its a great system.

I will try to be a little more diligent in future, as there is a lot of interesting things that go on here, it is just near impossible to explain them.