On St. Patrick's Day, last year, Mo and I hung out with a huge group of Irish men that we had never met before at the Wolfhound in Seoul. We were fast friends...I took dozens of pictures with them, we danced, we shared inside jokes and then we stumbled back to our respective districts. I have no idea their names and we never saw them again. I was disappointed-everyone knows Irish are the most fun...and those accents...sigh.
One of the Irish guys emerged from Hanoi Backpacking Hostel when I was standing outside on Saturday morning.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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so did you talk to him?! Did he remember you too? Ain't life grand?
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ReplyDeleteI was in shock! My mouth dropped and I didn't say a word...maybe I will see him in Laos...
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