After a few hours of Asian culture intake, we left in search of a hotel. I knew which hotel I wanted but, in an effort to test my Korean, I came unprepared and lost. Every ten minutes or so I'd have to stop someone for directions. Learning Korean hinders as much as it aids. After a few complete sentences, the Korean figures I'm fluent and begins to fire Hongul at a rapid, normal speed. Although I can ask the right questions, I can't understand the answers and I would usually resort to pointing. "This way? ->" "blah, blah, blah" "Oh, this way. <-" We walked for about an hour before we found the hotel, ate at one of the few open restaurants, had a drink, watched one of the old VHS the hotel offered (Cutting Class- staring a 12yr old Brad Pitt), ya da ya da ya da, and called it a night.