DMZ

After two miserably failed attempts "The Little's" finally made it to the DMZ. It was a colossal let-down. Not only did it make for a fourteen-hour bus day, but the air made any interesting site seeing a remote possibility. We're still glad we made the effort because we did get to enter a North Korean Invasion Tunnel, we saw some NK soldiers across the barriers staring back at us and we bought a ticket for Pyeongyang for whenever they choose to open the borders again. Would we recommend it: "Yeah, I think it's one of those things you just gotta do." Would we do it again: "Anniiiiyyoooo" (Korean for "no way").

Along came the Parents

The Dufour's came out for a three-week, photographic blur in which we attempted to retrace the steps of our entire trip, including the three-day excursion to Japan. Dave got a chance to eat silk worms and the Korean street food and we all tried Mokpo's famous "Sannakji", Live Raw Octopus. Too bad we didn't remember our camera for that one. We were amused at the "Martian Charades" that Mom tried on the locals. I think at times it was a stretch, even for her. In three weekends we visited: A butterfly festival, Damyang Bamboo Forest, Budda's Birthday in Busan, the Seaport of Mokpo, Love Island, a premiere country-club resort, Nagan Folk Village, Gwangju, and spent two-days in Seoul. Jolene and I both crashed after we got back early Monday morning thankful that we had indeed spent every moment we could with the 'rents.