My first time in Korea was by accident. En route to Japan my plane connection in Seoul failed. The ongoing part of my flight went on to Japan before my flight from Alaska came in. I was stuck, but I didn’t much mind. Someplace called the Koreana Hotel, nice enough, (but not claiming more than two and a half or three stars in travel literature) became my home away from home for the night. In the morning I waited for a bus in the rain and stood aside as Koreans, male ...