…Mostly because that wasn’t my work assignment. I went there to teach. As did all the lemons that went with me. We always signed up to the same summer (or winter) camp In our early twenties, to fund our otherwise measly existence back in Cape Town for the rest of the year. English camps were always a month long. And we worked morning ‘till night, teaching little South Koreans, who should’ve (in retrospect) actually been spending their summer playing outside.  But I was young at the time, without much of an opinion about anything of significance. So I did my job, ate my rice- and said yes to whatever my superior wanted.