Sick. So sick. I woke up on a Friday morning with the look of death, the feeling of death and the voice of Harvey Fierstein. Rough shape indeed. In a slow, foggy zombiefied state I got myself ready for work, as sick days are not really a thing here in Korea. Especially for foreign workers such as myself. You work. Unless you are REALLY sick, … Continue reading My Spirit Animal Was Taken Down By A Wicked Case Of The Itis.
Buffer zone. Essentially that’s what the DMZ is. A buffer zone between South and North Korea. A big ol’ area that keeps the two countries from actually touching. Before I went there I was under the impression that the DMZ was essentially a line, with North Korean soldiers on one side and South Korean soldiers on the other. Staring each other down, daring the other … Continue reading Border Jump