I'm tired. Korea was great.
Last Thursday, Eri, Lise, and I boarded Asiana flight 101 to Incheon to begin what would become a week stretch of absolute craziness. Maybe it was the cheap abundance of food that made the trip so good. Maybe it was the onsluaght of free sidedishes that come standard with a Korean meal. Maybe it was meeting up with Nam for three nights of absolute craziness. Maybe it was getting free drinks thanks to Eri and then walking away with the bartender's glasses so Eri can puke while Nam defends her honor so we can eventually get back to the cheap hole-in-the-wall, me carrying our drunken damsel in distress half of the way there. Maybe it was the tons of shopping in which each item bought was negotiated, one involving rock-paper-scissors.
Needless to say, it was quite the trip of a lifetime. Never in my life have I lived through such a pell-mell sequence of experiences. Korea is abosulutely chaotic, daunting, and at times dirty. But thanks to Nam, we got through it just fine. And we got a tan, too!
I'll spare you the details of the three-day constipation, however.
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