a foreign country is not bourbon street, you jagoffs.

sometimes foreigners living in korea get a bad rap. we get blamed for-slash-accused of a lot of things that are not really our fault. like mad cow disease.

and sometimes, foreigners living in korea make the case for a cleansing mass deportation in a stellar and unflinching manner.

the other weekend i happened upon a group of expats participating in what was unabashedly billed as an "alcoholic scavenger hunt." some of the tasks included, apparently, running naked down the street in the middle of the day, jumping into a moving vehicle driven by a korean, and climbing to the top of a very well-know landmark (which is at least 25 feet off the ground). all whilst drinking. on the street. at, like, 2pm. at 2pm on a saturday people are buying their children ice cream.

i really hate sounding like a miserable old fuddy-duddy who hates the young, with their hairless nether-regions and joy, but fo' realz people. fo' really realz. we are guests in these peoples' home.

korea is not mardi gras, and it's not college. if, honestly, you'd have no problem running down the street naked at 2pm in your own personal north american hometown, more power to you. but korea's not the place for you.