Taking Fruit From Strangers

So now I'm in Korea. Everything is going well, except for the one minor hick-up upon arrival. I guess I just wasn't prepared for how messed up I would be after being folded into an airplane seat for twenty hours. Who knew? But so I arrive in Busan, South Korea, greet Nate and hop into a cab for the short ride back to his apartment. Ahh but I left my passport in the cab. So far I have been in Asia, halfway around the world, for a total of about fifteen minutes and already I have discarded what could probably be one of my most important possessions at this point. Its pretty much like a walked through customs, out the airport door, and handed my passport to the first strange Korean man I met and told him I would just meet up with him later to get it back.
Oh, but luckily for me Koreans are the most rule abiding, honest folk I have ever met. Three days later I am able to pick my passport up at the airport. Just the one little hick-up.
Now we are biding our time, waiting for our visas to China to clear. Nate is busy teaching the future sons and daughters of this great country his own mother tongue, and also I believe how speed dating works. I'm really not sure but I think it would be a safe to say that that isn't part of the official curriculum.
Just a moment ago I was on my way from Nate's ninth floor apartment out to the corner store and a Korean woman in the elevator offered me a bit of her apple. She told me that it would be good for my health and that I had better have a slice. Of course, not wanting to offend I accepted. It was much sweeter than any apple I have eaten in the United States. Delicious.

p.s. I quick word to the wise: be careful with your chopsticks when you may have had a bit too much to drink, they tend to sometimes get away from you.