Yellow Dust

It's Monday afternoon and I'm feeling a little sick. I can pinpoint where exactly my health began to fail. I was in Seoul visiting Emily this weekend. We tried to do some sight-seeing Saturday, but it was too dangerous to go outside. Once a year, yellow dust comes in from a desert in China and covers Korea. The dust made it difficult to see anything. You couldn't help but taste it as you walked down the street. Koreans wear these little white masks to cover their mouths from the pollution. On Saturday, nearly everyone had their mask on and those who didn't were using their jackets to protect their mouths. It reminded me of Hunter S Thompson at the dirt-bike race in Fear and Loathing. The dust has been around for a couple weeks, and will remain but this weekend was particularly aweful. People were unable to leave their homes. On Sunday, the dust had cleared a bit and, when I looked at the black cars, I could see the layers of this dust covering them. It looked like they hadn't been washed in years. Nasty!