It was Andrew’s 2nd to last weekend here in Seoul. The mission briefing was simple. Our plan was to check out the weirdest places possible. After a few drinks at an old-fashioned Korean bar, we prowled through the near-empty alleyways, unaware of what obscurities laid ahead. As we continued our trek through these grimy backstreets, I began to realize how seedy Seoul was at night. Perhaps prostitution is prevalent and just as inconspicuous during the day in any other metropolis.
Chris, soft-spoken, yet effervescent at times of sporting events, is the epitome of the modern day gentleman. Here he is alongside Hannah, whose exuberance, yet genuine down to Earth persona is always present. I dearly miss being in their company.
She had a cool blue and gold scarf on, and it contrasted well with her black blazer against the neon lights from the American Apparel store in Myeongdong. The few times I wished I had a color roll inside.
It was a light winter this time around, and my skin seems to have hardened against these desolate conditions. As March approaches, I feel a subtle warmth thawing the souls of the Seoulites. If only you could feel these seasonal changes. The temperature fluctuating from one extremity to the other, and in the process, adding yet another ring to my internal tree of life.