Strangers...

Before I get into this post, I feel compelled to apologize to many of our fans—particularly, those rallying in the streets around Columbia University for more gogwangju content. Internet isn't always available and when it is, sometimes our devices don't cooperate. So, many apologies! We'll try to be better.

So, today, we went hiking (after the tour of the soju factory). It was a pretty steep hike, we were sweaty, and tired... and still not feeling quite right from the night before. As we approached our car at the end of the hike, my knees were hurting due to keeping me from rolling down the hill, and I said something to the effect of "gravity sucks." A couple of seconds after that, this guy gets out of his car and wants to take a picture of me and Barry. We say, "sure." Though, I have to say—and, I say despite the number of pictures of random people's t-shirts I've asked to take recently—I'm always leery of a random person wanting my picture, especially since I wasn't wearing an interesting t-shirt. But, I'm generally paranoid. So, he took our picture. I took his. And, that's that...

Strangers here have also randomly bought us food, just because we're strangers. And, on a previous hike, some old folks demanded that Barry share their makoli (rice wine...yes, Koreans know the best way to hike) at the top of the mountain.

So, and this is especially for readers in Ohio or Virginia (as it may be a bit impractical in NYC), if you hear someone speaking a foreign language take their picture, share a drink, or buy them some food... just for being from somewhere else. It's really nice.