My last day in Korea. Wow. I am still not sure what to think. Seoul had so much happening, but few obvious tourist attractions. People were kind and formal in a way I was still trying to understand, and the history felt deeper than I could grasp in one visit. Korea had been a personal adventure, although not a typical one. Thinking back over the last week, I was beginning to realise that perhaps Korea wasn’t only about exploring another culture, but also about exploring myself.

Korea, Korea, Korea. It is raining again, but Korea has been filled with many bright moments. I have been here for several days now and am finally becoming used to the climate, the people, and especially the food. On my first day, I decided to get lost; this is seemingly a tradition in every city I enter. So, with a subway map in hand, but no map of the city, I jumped on the subway, rode for 45 minutes, got off, and wandered around. One thing I didn’t realise is that, in Korea, if you want to get lost — or even if you don’t — you get lost. I stayed mainly near the major streets because I needed to meet Amara at some point and couldn’t spend three hours looking for a subway station. I ate some bread, a moped …

Trouble seems to surround me when I drink Hennessy. I’ll upload the pictures as soon as I get them off my computer, but let me tell you: it will be a while before I drink that again. Most of you know how rarely I drink, or at least how often I try not to. On Saturday we lounged around and eventually headed to Los Angeles and Hollywood. My friend Todd, the tallest of our group, had a connection at a new and up-and-coming club called Vanguard. We first got dressed up and went for sushi. Pav bought a bottle of Hennessy, which we finished quickly at the table. Hennessy and sushi? I don’t recommend it. After dinner we went to the club, where Todd whispered the name of someone who worked there, and we were instantly …