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Wednesday was a bit of a depressing day. I had read online that for flights out of Incheon, you have to book at least 5 days in advance. Since I was planning to leave on Monday, I figured I couldn’t put it off any longer. Since my attempts at booking by myself were proving too expensive, too confusing, and too Korean, I set off to Itaewon to try to find a travel agent.

First, though, I wanted to find somewhere for lunch. My goal for the week was to try to eat a different countries’ food every day (I figured Nepali food might be SLIGHTLY hard to find in Truro). I had heard there was a good Thai restaurant in Itaewon, so I tried to find it. I walked from one end of Itaewon to the other, several times, but with no luck. I did have the good fortune, however, to see a crazy Korean lady, wrapped in the American flag, walking up and down the streets shouting all crazy. Good times.

Anyway, eventually I found a different Thai Restaurant, and I figured I’d give it a try. I pretty quickly regretted going in, because I was the only person. In the entire restaurant. OMG awkward. I didn’t even enjoy the food, really, because I was trying to hard to get out of there. Plus they charged me tax! The only place in Korea to charge tax is stupid Buddha’s Belly. Not a fan, I guess is what I’m saying.

En route to finding a travel agent, I unwittingly walked up what I now know is “Hooker Hill.” I was just trundling along, minding my own Ps and Qs, when the door of Peach Phuzz – which I’m sure a very reputable establishment – pops open. This lady with a sequined dress and big boots comes out, “Hello sir! Come in! Come in for one beer!” I’m still unawares at this point, so I just smile, “No thanks!” and keep walking up the hill. Well, the second I pass Peach Phuzz, the next door, to a place called “ing” opens. “Hello Sir! Please come in, I want to show you something!” “Yeah. No. Definitely not.” I pick up the pace. Maybe I’m a little weirded out. I pass ing, and approach the door to “Nymph.” I maybe should’ve been expecting something, since the last two doors were the same… and the third door was called Nymph. “Hello! Would you like to come in? Please come in for a beer!”


Anyway…

I found the travel agent, Unique Travel Travel Boutique. Kimberley hooked me up with a ticket home. To drown my sorrows about leaving, I went to the Starbucks around the corner for a Christmas Latte. And a nap. Yup, I definitely fell asleep in the Starbucks… For an hour and a half. Oops.