Xavier and I spent the last week in Korea.
Like with anything (sufficiently fun), it felt like an instant.
But it probably looked more like this…
…statistically, it could be represented as 6.5(days visting)/7889(days living) equivalent to just 0.082% of my life or about 1min and 11 seconds out of a single day. You sound interested. Moving forward.
Neither of my regular readers asked me to follow up on my last post ‘higher’, but I’ll share my sentiments with you. I think this graph works nicely.
Most things will be explained in time. In other Korean fun facts: Did you know? That research has shown only 1/3 people are really excited to arrive in Korea?
Can you guess who?
On the other hand, absolutely no one is excited to enter North Korea. We technically spent about 3.5 minutes across the border at the Joint Security Area. I won’t attempt to explain the details but its quite a strange situation.
Some excitement was killed when the ‘we take no responsibility for you death or injury in case of spontaneous attack from the north’ form was produced for us all to sign. Of course we had no choice, we didn’t get up at 6.30am to see only a fence.
Subsequently, the situation beyond the fence killed any remaining excitement.
In fact, remaining emotions turned into ‘What the in the actual fuck are we doing in this place?’ as our US Marine/UN escort described the 2m razor fence, 3m electric razor wire fence, 100m active minefield and massive anti-tank rock wall in that order as we were driving through. Did I mention the road was also lined with explosives?
Hah! I hadn’t felt so awake at 9am for quite some time.
Yep, that’s the border between those 2 building. Pictures can only be taken facing north, no pointing. Naturally, no photos of the exploding road, national security.
Oh man, I don’t really want to get sidetracked but this is not your blog, it’s mine.
Welcome to ‘Seoul Waffle Fika’, I know Lovisa is proud (and hopefully jealous).
Ok, back on track.
Ex-student of my dear Mother’s, travel extraordinaire and Korean local, who says “Okay, let’s go” with an Australian accent, Juhyang was kind enough to lend us a day or 2 of her time to show us around town.
Karaoke: icing on the cake, kinchi on your rice. Call it what you will.
Thanks for the great trip.