And so, my first trip (without my parents) was sponsored by cookie-selling-fundraising (of course it is an exaggeration, cookies back then never sponsored a return flight to Korea) From presenting a dreadful dance in front of 1000 spectators including the late Korean Prime Minister himself, to watching your S**t fall ten metres in the traditional Korean loo...

just when you thought it couldn't get any worse than Malaysian toilets... IT DOES!
I minimised the picture on purpose, so do not click on it because you really dont want to know what's 10 metres beneath that hole.
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