YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR MY RABBIT STYLE!

Oh, Tom, Tom, Tom. Rabbit style is all well and good, but pink rabbit style?

Just to show that Korea is not trapped in the past, here is evidence of ICE CREAM OF THE FUTURE! (Dippin' Dots, which are only 2000 won for a serving).

Lucy and Linda, noting the safe occupancy level of their chair.

Everland Chairlift. Foreground, Tom and Dean; background, Sarah, Kelly, Lauren, and Rose.

Everland's topiary, closed for the winter. It's kind of eerie to see a winter-hayed hedge garden, all uniformly done and uniformly yellow.

More of the crazy bar. Melting nipples and Dali-esque penises seemed to be the paint decor to complement the architecture.

At some Craaaaazy bar in Seoul. I don't know how we got there or where it is, but I know that this is what happens when centuries upon centuries of Confucian-surpressed creativity explodes into fiberglass molding. Those colored lights are unfocused because under them is a clear water sluice, which winds above patrons.

Frs. Mauritzio and John singing karaoke the day after Solnal. While the empty bottle of sherry was not Fr. John's, it is slightly indicative of our state of being at the time of this picture.

Detail of the top of the bell.

The bell itself. Probably about 2.5 meters tall.

The giant warning bell of the fortress. Ring it for only 3000 won!

A view of the watchtower through the commander's post.

The commander's post of Hwaesong fortress. I am standing on the lookout tower which really does provide an unimpeded 360 degree view of the surrounding city.

Walking up the fortress wall. In the background: Suwon.

Hwaesong Fortress after the feast below, this is one of the battlements.

Eddie throwing the bones. (nb: not bones, sticks)

From Nigeria we have Christian, Emmanuel, and Ossie. From America, Eduardo, and from Korea, everyone else in the picture (which means I don't know names).

Eduardo, who was on my team, and Fr. Mauritzio, who was on Fr. John's team, playing the game whose name I have forgotten. It's like parchisi, but instead of dice, you throw four sticks and their landing pattern determines your movement. It's also worth noting that we got utterly destroyed by the two priests, but what else can you expect, given the locale and the circumstances?

Eating

Bichi and Fr. Mauritzio getting us ready for the games of the Solnal (Lunar New Year). Possibly singing songs or making wishes of a fortunate New Year in whatever native tongue we might have.

Eating

Eating.

Random group shot. This isn't in the church, but in the Migrant Workers' Office operated by the Diocese of Suwon.

Marikka, Janice, and the back of Yola's head. Fried chicken, Irish stew, mandu soup, and various adobos rounded out the feast of the Lunar New Year.

What celebration would be complete without a Filipino barbecue? No celebration, that's what.

Eduardo and myself in the ol' picture in the mirror trick.

Janice preparing her Irish Stew for Lunar New Year 2006.