I've wanted to come to Korea for a long, long time. Probably because I'm half Korean. I may be the whitest Korean with the bluest eyes you've ever met. Kidding. Although this was the joke growing up because my Step-Dad Johnny is Korean. We've talked a lot about Korea in my house over the years. I'm not exactly sure what I imagined buuuut I'm pretty sure it's not this.
No one speaks English. Normally, at least someone in the port speaks English. Nope. Not here.
This port is smelly. Like really rancid grain. I hate to say this but the smell is worse than the camel pier in Djibouti. Yes. That bad.
Their Kim Chee smells waaaay more pungent than ours. Also, there was no Kim Chee for sale in jars at the grocery store. I thought that would have been a given (and the perfect present for Johnny).
Highlight of my stay?
The Agent delivering me some Bi Bim Bap.