We went to a show called “B boys” with the Korean all-stars hip-hop dance crew. The show told a love story between a ballet dancer and a B-boy. While the story was a bit cheesy, the dancing was great to watch.

Apparently Korean hip-hop dancers are putting the Americans to shame in competitions. All I know is that the Step-In club at school could take a few lessons from these guys.

After the show Kim took me to the local “dyke club” – W – where the underground gays can be accepted. I guess they are not even recognized here, which I find strange and yet not too surprising considering the fairly conservative culture here. A drink and tequila shot later, we
went for more shots, food and drinks at another place. SY and I had a good time giving Kim advice on how to get a phone number.

The night ended successfully and I totally passed out once in bed as the drinks worked through me. Unfortunately, mosquitos are still around here too so I was rudely awakened by one having bit me twice.

Eventually, I will sleep again…

-Tara
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