Train to Busan

By force of habit, I’ve been asleep for the past two hours while on the train to Busan. There’s something about moving vehicles that send me into a state veering on comatose, or something less dramatic than that. Thankfully, I don’t snore, nor drool (at least to my knowledge), so the only stares that I’ve been receiving since I sat down have been by the children next to me who may or may not have ever seen a foreigner before. Judging by their lingering eyes, I’m going to go ahead and guess, no. I don’t mind though. It’s strange how […]

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