Bling
Going to the currency exchange was an adventure for Justin and I as we attempted to exchange our U.S. dollars for Korean Won a half dozen times and were left with one of two options:
1) “Sorry for the incovenience, but we’re closed.”
2) “Sorry for the inconvenience, but we don’t have any Korean won left.”
Anxious to see what Korean won actually looked like, Justin and I would had to brave 24-hours in the air, stretching (or should I say hunching?) from San Francisco, past Seattle, over Anchorage, and through the Bering Strait over Russia, (and to Grandmother’s house we go…), Justin and I were forced to wait until arriving in Incheon to exchange our money. To our jubilant, sharp, never dulled by lack of sleep, huge minds we discovered that we are apparently rich in Korea (see picture below).
Hot? I will fan you with my cold hard cash.
My wallet screams in pain while I slowly come to the realization that I am now a Korean balla.
