Brought some visiting friends to the
uber-touristy Cheonjiyon Falls the other day. Right before they got there, I thought 'This is great, it's a quiet Monday morning, we'll actually have this place to ourselves.' Just as those hopeful words came out of my brain-mouth, 17 tour buses rolled up and started crapping out hundreds of high school boys from the mainland. Each class had its own personalized shirts - my favorite class was the screaming Leonidas boys. Any soothing properties this place may have were obliterated by the unsettling experience of surfing a sea of testosterone and fielding endless question fragments.
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