On Monday we drove two hours to the north of Seoul to visit the graves of my mother’s parents and brother. On Tuesday we drove two and a half hours to the south of Seoul to visit my father’s last living sibling – a brother who is three years older than he is.
En route we stopped at a rest area, where I couldn’t resist snapping photos like a hayseed visiting the big city for the first time.
Hmmm…Which side to pick?
The right side was equipped with this device, as many of the public restrooms are:
In the land of perfect people, with a push of a button, unpleasant bathroom noises can be masked with the pleasing sound of flowing water.
Here’s a good idea:
No Popeye’s Fried Chicken or Sbarros in this rest area:
We tried these cunning little walnut cakes, a specialty of the region:
Alas, like most Korean desserts, they were filled with sweet red bean paste.
More on Lumpy and Stupid’s visit to the country tomorrow.