Late summer is brutal for butterflies in these parts.

We are bang in the middle of a rainy season that could never be mentioned in any South Korea promotional material. Weeks of relentless torrential downpours. Fashion gum boots stocked in every shoe shop suddenly make sense to me now. A few weeks ago there was a break in the weather. I haven’t seen the sky since.

Summer roses, hiding in the undergrowth.

March:

April:

May:

I live in a place that would be inconceivable in Australia. It isn’t just one high-rise apartment building surrounded by fields, there are four of them here. Four sixteen story buildings. Whole families living in just a few rooms. Thousands of people plonked down in soviet-style buildings in the middle of nowhere. You better believe I don’t love it here.