On a two-week trip to the Korean Airlines maintenance facility in Pusan, on the weekend the guys fetched me Sunday morning. First stop, by the shore, a squatting breakfast of raw squid, garlic cloves, hot peppers and Soju. We start our old-time music jam sessions with the tune, "Whiskey for Breakfast." I had that in Korea.
On a two-week trip to the Korean Airlines maintenance facility in Pusan, on the weekend the guys fetched me Sunday morning. First stop, by the shore, a squatting breakfast of raw squid, garlic cloves, hot peppers and Soju. We start our old-time music jam sessions with the tune, "Whiskey for Breakfast." I had that in Korea.
They took me to a church service. Must have been Baptist (it was in Korean language) because they had an "amen" guy saying that constantly throughout the service. Then off to where they lived for a piano recital by one of their daughters and a wonderful meal. They are an exceptionally gracious people. If there was chicken, it was lost in the variety of wonderful food.
On a two-week trip to the Korean Airlines maintenance facility in Pusan, on the weekend the guys fetched me Sunday morning. First stop, by the shore, a squatting breakfast of raw squid, garlic cloves, hot peppers and Soju. We start our old-time music jam sessions with the tune, "Whiskey for Breakfast." I had that in Korea.
They took me to a church service. Must have been Baptist (it was in Korean language) because they had an "amen" guy saying that constantly throughout the service. Then off to where they lived for a piano recital by one of their daughters and a wonderful meal. They are an exceptionally gracious people. If there was chicken, it was lost in the variety of wonderful food.