Its actually not nearly as pristine as my pictures make it look. Cigarette butts, korean billboards, soju bottles, that garlicly fish smell that wafts from wherever koreans eat. Canadians staying up the entire night drunkenly singing old pop songs. 8x8 "hut" filled with blankets and pillows with an unknown last wash. But husband was there, looking so much like yuppy south american backpacker, so it was a good weekend.
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