Stranded in Itaewon

I went down to Itaewon, the place filled with the most foreigners. On the Internet I'd found information about a pub called Reggae Pub. Here it is.

I met a Filipina girl named Ana who had the smallest hamster I've ever seen. It's a boy (can you tell without looking?).

I brought some CDs that the DJ let me play. He has a huge collection of reggae, but nothing as vintage as my stuff.

Everybody has these cell phones that take pictures here. Now their phones are also video cameras.

This is Al, a soldier from Alabama who was probably the only other customer in the place who has a passion for reggae.

The guy on the left is a Hawaiian English teacher. He got pretty crazy once 3:00am rolled around.

Unfortunately, I left at 11:10, just missing the final train. So I went back to the club and stayed until 3:00am. Then I went to an Internet cafe and surfed the Net until 5:30 when the next train came.

Home at last.