New York City with Asians...a Lot of Them

The streets of Seoul are alive and kicking: old women picking up street cardboard on carts for money, cigarette smokers as far as the eye can see, enough scooters to start a scotter mafia that could rival the 'Sons of Anarchy', and more internet cafes than Starbucks.

They call them PC bongs...and you pay to use the internet, obviously. I guess you could say it's a glorified internet cafe. Bored teenagers conquring the World...of War Craft at 0145 hours.

On the flight over I met a guy named Nick who is a pilot for the royal family of Dubai. Another, a lovely woman from New Zealand, named Olivia, who's never actually met an American Christian that ACTUALLY BELIEVES IN CREATIONISM! (use a New Zeland accent and it's much better. I'm sure I could have fallen in love with her had we meet before she got a husband, and been a Christian, and been 10 years younger), and a whole host of other random peeps who I wished I could be facebook friends with to see how their lives turn out.

I've been uprooted from my sweet, little hostel in Prague and placed at the center of the Korean Universe and am not sure what I think about it. Maybe it's the fact that I've never lived in a city larger than 30,000 people. And now I'm living smack dab in the middle of the 3th largerst city in the world; sitting on around 10,464,051 people. Well...10,464,052 now.

If I could describe Seoul in a phrase it would be: third world country meets internet and coffee hardcore. It's everything you think and nothing you've ever experienced, all rolled up into a small cherry fruit by the foot, bursting at the seams.

And now, since I have only 9 minutes left, of my one hour dungeon sentence, with my asian peers, I wish you a healthy and hearty 30th of August, 2010. love. war.

Things to think about
-marrying someone of another race.

Things to read:
In the land of Uz there lived a man whose name was Job