View upon emerging from Hwarangdae station.
Sunday, I took a personal journey back to the old neighborhood.
View from the train crossing the Han river.
Nothing but pimps, hustlers, and drug dealers. Looks like I'll have to clean up this town again.
Next I went to Gwangwhamun station's Kyobo Bookstore to buy a few art supplies among other things. I'm making a stationary gift for my future principal, VP, and co-teacher. Gift-giving is a part of the culture. We shall grease the wheels of diplomacy with what's left of my art talent, seeing as I have no interpersonal skills.