Old Korean women, known locally as Ajumas are a force unto their own right. Some are ancient, bent double from years of labour in the fields. Most are friendly enough, out in the countryside where I am a foreigner such as myself can be quite an interesting spectacle.
While walking around the rice fields with Courtney, we saw a pair of particularly wrinkly ajumas. They were muttering and laughing to each other, normal enough, until one let out an almighty burp. It was hilarious. Then her companion, not wanting to be out done, let rip an equally impressive oral report. Brilliant.
Get weird. No, weirder.
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