This is the most difficult city I’ve ever visited, a place that refuses to bend the knee to the Roman alphabet and a frown is the state expression.
The Joint Security Area portion of the DMZ tour was canceled with no notice, a whim of the North or the South. Who knows? No explanation given. It was the place where Trump jumped over the curb for his latest hookup with Kim. So, we traipsed around the DMZ, saw a hilarious propaganda film in old school Cinerama featuring slaughtered children then bunny rabbits, and afterward, looked into the distance at the Hermit Kingdom.
I’m now in an Uber with an angry driver in a starched white shirt who may or may not know how to get back to my hotel. I just returned from Gangnam where the style is apparently H&M and Zara stores. Did not see anyone doing the spanking-the-pony move.
This was likely my strangest 4th of July ever. I just reposted a video of me with Eddie and Jim in the desert from five years ago, fresh off a party at Sean and Matty’s the night before, and watching Eddie’s youthful smile reminded me of simpler times.
