We were walking around Intramuros and came upon this bride waiting outside the church doors for her grand entrance.

I'm in a PC bang -- that is internet cafe, but Koreans laugh at that term -- called Star Wars. It is bowling-alley smokey and the lighting is very blue.

Tomorrow I'll probably be climbing Seoraksan with my brother who is in town. And this weekend more friends are flying in and it should be a fun-marathon. A fun-athon.

Also, Thailand and Laos soon. And then back to Canada. I'll also post some photos from the Jisan Rock festival from last weekend.

And I had my first kimchi-cheese-rice thing today, and... it was... kinda delicious.

Also, Michael Jackson died, eh? H1N1. Obama.

Et cetera. That covers EVERYTHING.

Took the slow train to Busan. Arrived at 4am. Passengers scattered into night, across the station plaza, ducking into taxis or walking. Like us, they were probably eager to get to bed.

Our plan: find a jjimjilbang, maybe take a quick hot tub soak before crashing. No reservations required, open 24 hours a day, cheap as sin -- jjimjilbangs have been our go-to places for overnight accommodations in Korea from the start.

Crossing the main street in search, we found ourselves in a red light district. A couple of Russian prostitutes sauntered by, offering their services very casually -- just talking to the air.

We steered clear of the ajumma pimps and found a jjimjilbang, a bright, blue and white beacon in a nest of gaudy neon and Russian signage. Sure enough, young respectable Koreans were filing in, mostly couples, squeaky clean and clearly not in the neighbourhood for its seedier services. We lined up, happily anticipating sleep, but once we got to the counter we were told "Korea Only."

I was shocked, furious, but talked down from any rash actions. We walked away; nothing to be done. Luckily, we had friends staying in a nearby motel.

My anger is gone. In that city block, a woman looking remotely foreign spells "SEX FOR SALE", a consequence of the nature of the business thriving there. We avoided it the rest of the weekend, happily returning to a Korea where our appearance usually incites a much more welcoming special treatment.

I was going to write about my new bicycle and how excited I am and all the photos I'm going to take of all the things I will ride to.

But instead someone stole it. Bummer.

Went gallery and shop hopping with new blogFF! It was art and clothing overload you guys.

We took the boats up the river alive with rabid piranhas and Goliath anacondas as the jungle threatened to tumble down and hunter tribesmen peered through the foliage aiming poison darts until beyond the waterfalls we met the giant ape and struck him down and wrested seven ancient stones from his mammoth hand to make our way back downstream shooting past rocks and hidden shaman and returning to the civilization waiting for us. Later I knocked a tooth out on a concrete waterslide. Songs: 1. Battles - "Race In" 2. Akron Family - "Lake Song - New Ceremonial Music For Moms"