Work, too, was better in Korea. The people were fun, odd, interesting, and tough. To quote P. J. O’Rourke, “They don’t like anyone who isn’t Korean, and they don’t like each other all that much, either. They’re hardheaded, hard-drinking, tough little bastards.” Or, “The Irish of Asia.” Everything worked in Korea. In Hà Nội, everything was broken. Once repaired, things would work for a short time until they broke all over again. And the food. Oh, the food. I adored Korean food.
