The people wearing clothing, those would be the Koreans. You can always spot a foreigner at the beach a mile away in this country because we are the ones in various stages of undress, while the sensible Koreans are the ones going swimming with all their clothes on.
I can only handle so much sun ... so I went a wandering ...
... and found lost souls ...
... and new ones ...
... but eventually in a town as small as Wolpo, all roads lead back to the beach ...
... and our minbak.
After speeches and games we set out.
It all gets a little fuzzy from there ... beach, taxi cabs, nightclub ....
There was a soccer game played the next day...
.. but that's about the only picture I took.
I spent most of the game hidding behind my sunglasses, laying on my back, and attempting to negotiate a truce between my hangover and the universe ...
... and wishing the strange metal worms would stop spinning around.
