It's a little surreal when you're bleeding that much, but nothing hurts.

Interestingly, it was much harder to get out of the country. I got patted down three times.

 

The end of this story is actually fairly anticlimactic--I managed to get to a friend without anything else going wrong and he took charge of feeding me until my bank opened up on the other side of the world and I could call them to hyperventilate into the phone. But there were a couple of hours where I was calculating how long the trail mix in my bag would last.

The Eagle Lady

 

So there probably won't be a proper post next week, as I'm going to Nepal for a bit. Assuming I don't fall off a mountain or get eaten by a yeti, I should be back on here around the 18th.

Not that I think you should attack eagles. I just say things like that when sleep deprived.

I and all the other foreigners I hang out with adore Korea, but we do complain about it sometimes.

I never seemed to be braced for these things.

Tattoos, Part the Second