Trapped in Itaewon

I decided to see if the Reggae Pub was the sort of place I could hang out.

I met a Kiwi.

This Filipina girl worked there I think.

This guy was headed for Iraq soon.

Blucch, body shots.

Eventually I escaped.

The subway tunnel in the morning.

On the bright side, I got an empty subway car.

Finally, home.

Coke always tastes best in a glass bottle.

Another Mirror Project attempt.