To anyone who put “Visit King Sejong Museum” under their bucket list: DON’T.
Since my Friday mornings are free until my 1 o’clock Politics & Society of North Korea class, I ended up convincing Stacey to join me in going to King Sejong’s Museum. Little did we know that the place was quite small and extremely NOT worth the 3,000
W we spent. At least we now have one floor of historical knick-knacks of memories and pictures?
At least at the end of the day I finally got Alison, Pei Hsia, Theresa, and Nicola to have one last bingsoo hangout before we would forever split apart. *Cue dramatic crying as the snow blows along*