Sunday Sleep-in

When I first moved into this little room I loved waking up on a Sunday to the sounds of the 'ajumma's' selling their produce, the children playing in the streets and the monks chanting over the loudspeaker. Ha! That was before I started going out on the weekends and Sunday morning became what it used to be at home - a day to sleep in. A lazy Sunday morning in bed, reading, sipping teas, massaging temples, has come to a tragic demise. So now, I spend a large part of early Sunday morning hanging out my window, still slightly inebriated and only half-dressed, screaming at the insanity of it all. In every other bloody country I've spent a weekend, market day is Saturday; it makes sense for it to be on Saturday! But, given the fact that Koreans perhaps actually DON'T sleep, it seems unnecessary to dedicate a perfectly logical morning to snoring.