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South Korea, Day 4. All Aboard the Seoul Train
There was an ass breaking incident in the middle of the night. A drunk and ambien’d Jake shuffled to the bathroom quietly, but moments later, it was anything but quiet as the porcelain toilet top crashed to the ground and broke. I found him on the ground, clutching his tailbone. And, well, I confiscated his […]More
Seoul, Day 3. Rape in the Garden of Samwon.
Dongdaemun was described to us as dark, dingy, sweaty, teeming with humanity…as a Korean maze of sizzling innards and clothing and jewelry and ice cream. Basically, if it exists, it could be found and consumed in the shopping halls of Dongdaemun. Our original plan was to go to Myengdong for such an experience, but we […]More
Seoul, Day 3. Lost in Translation.
Seoul is a pretty confusing city to navigate; first, there is the issue of the alphabet. Hangul, the Korean alphabet, was Romanized in 2000, which means that P’s became B’s, D’s became T’s, and K’s became G’s…it made for some serious confusion during my trip planning phase. The same places or foods were referred to, […]More
Seoul, Day 2. The JSA, cocaine booze, and the magic of Korean fried chicken.
Our DMZ tour got interesting as we approached the 38th parallel. First, there was a stop in what was seemingly the middle of nowhere for a set lunch of bulgogi, which was included with the tour (vegetarians are accommodated). It was just OK; There was a decent banchan spread of kimchi, mung bean sprouts, etc. […]More