If you are picking up someone with the last name “Lee” whose flight from Korea disembarks at the exact same time as three others, it might not be terribly helpful to hold up a sign with only “Mr. Lee” written on it. I’m partly saying this for the benefit of the tour guide who did so and got bumrushed by fifty different Lees today, although he eventually learned from his mistake and scribbled in a first name and flight number as well.
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
Justin & Nam,
Thanks a lot for being such kick-ass hosts today. Thanks for the cool fan, too. I’m gonna study it and see if I can’t start drawing Darumas like those (he’s “Dalma-daesa” in Korea).
Whenever you all come to Seoul, please let me know. We’ve got museums, cultural centers, one or two tallish buildings, a few local mountains, lots of squid, and of course, a slew of temples. We’ll also have to do the Koreanized Japanese food and see whether it’s up to snuff or simply a rip-off.
Kevin
Our pleasure, Kev. How were the hookers at the hotel airport?
The hookers? They were running after me with hedge clippers, all the while shouting, “SPAY AND NEUTER! SPAY AND NEUTER! SPAY AND NEUTER! WORDS TO LIIIIIIIIVE BY! JUSTIN AND NAM SEND THEIR LOVE! NOW HOLD STILL AND IT’LL ALL BE OVER IN A SECOND!”
Kevin