And just like that, with less than two weeks notice, I had a plane ticket to China.
Leaving Denver, I headed to LA and then to Seoul, flying over Siberia.
My first view of Korea.
I grabbed a bus, and then a cab with some locals to head to the heart of Seoul.
I checked into a room, ditched my bag, and hit the streets.
I was quick to grab some traditional street food as I adventured.
For the most part, everything is cooked whole, with bones and head intact.
Oh Korea, home to the marvelous brand Hyundai.
I came across some commotion.
Turns out they were hosting some sort of Korean version of American Idol, quite the scene.
A man and his friend the statue, which is which?
I saw a familiar tower in the distance, so I grabbed a cab and pointed towards it.
Unfortunately, when I tried my key in the door, no dice.
The manager gave me another key to try, no dice.
Finally he came back with me to the room with literally hundreds of keys.
I guess it just needed a little American gusto, because I made quick work of the lock.
This was after some time of him absolutely destroying the door though… finally, some rest.
Next stop, China.
