I have the question of the ages:

Which is more pathetic: Two drunk senior citizens getting into a slap-fight at noon in the middle of the street, or a drunk man stinking up the train with the puke that's all over his seemingly peg-leg?

Well, if you've never seen the sights of Seoul, you're in for a treat because it's got all of the above. The inebriated hordes of middle-aged men have never really struck me as ludicrous until today. I'm clueless as to why none of it has shocked me, but I need to make the statement now in order to redeem myself.

It is unacceptable for anybody to be passed out intoxicated before sundown, belligerently aggressive at noon, or uncontrollably vomiting upon oneself in public.

It's high time that the drinking culture of Koreans be analyzed. I, however, am not qualified to do such a task, nor willing, as I am a notorious loaf.

Drinking aside, I am currently involved in a whirlwind tour of Korea. Cheap accommodation in Korea can be found in the hush-hush back alleys that are strewn with the neon gyroscope guiding lovers to kinky havens. Circular beds, themed motels, excessive hygienic products, free porn, and late check-outs are all too common in the standard rooms... I only wonder what kind of pampering is provided within the walls of deluxe suites. Anyway, if and when you all come to Korea, talk to me beforehand about crashpads, I'm your informal expert these days on yeogwans, a.k.a. "love motels".