we slept sideways on purple satin sheets.
we read bedtime stories about men who were killed in their sleep.
we ate carrots shaped like wisemen.
we drank green tea and pretended to stop brushing our teeth.
we wrote poetry behind unmarked doors in the hutong.
we had sesame buns and mongolian yogurt brought to us in cricket cages each morning.
we told anyone who disagreed with us "you are sick, comrade" and brainwashed them.
we wore flipflops in the shower.

it was the chairman mao suite, circa 1952.

squidy the "cuddlefish" was actually from bangkok,
but he inadvertantly got left out of that section. and we missed him.

so long fierce elbows to the ribcage, ladies and gentlemen with perms, and visors the size of las vegas.
we're off to beijing.

this is how to make the ladies swoon in korea, and cause riots in japan.
and forget boxers or briefs, you'll also be needing some of these.

he may look like a sweet, pooh loving 5 year old. but he's actually pushing 85.
don't believe us?
watch this video.

it's the cat in the shat.
a.k.a. soju the hun.

you should see what he can do with 3 ping pong balls and a bottle of fanta.

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so we did.
and on a related note, a fun fact: most of the toilets in korea are of the squat variety.

*this photo was taken from the next table over because we actually had to switch tables in order to have our tea and dessert as there wasn't enough room on ours. swear.

we're playing catch up. so look above for some spicy pickled tidbits from korea. a big ups to sarah for putting us up and putting up with us and generally being awesome. and to matt for calling us $5 prostitutes in front of small school children.