Well, there’s no doubt – I’m back in Korea.
At the customs security checkpoint, a couple strolled right past and cut the line. I told them (in Korean), “Hey! there’s a line.” They ignored me. None of the security people said a word.
Any additional uncertainty was cleared up by the fact that every third person in the airport looked like they were ready to summit Mt. Everest.
This is the dominant fashion in Korea – especially popular among the 35-60 year-old demographic. Ironically, I’ve never seen a spec of dirt on any of these expensive performance outfits. I think some big wigs at Columbia and North Face can thank Korea for their annual bonuses.
But in a way I’m glad to be back. It’s nice to return to something familiar…even if it is totally weird.
Until next time.