I spent several days trying to think of the best way to write up the events and experiences of my final days in Korea, and unfortunately never found an appropriate way to do so.  There was an evening on the town with friends and a gracious host, a bar called “Cocks” which had nothing to do with genitalia or poultry, but plenty to do with darts, and an excellent little bar on the second floor in one of Seoul’s downtown districts.

I was uncomfortable.

I slept badly.

I got sick.

I would go back in a heartbeat.

The memories will last forever, and even though it felt so good standing on the tarmac at the Reno airport, knowing that I was going to be able to read everything again – I do miss the people, culture and sights. There were a lot of really great people that James and I met in Korea, and I hope to see them again someday.