Bret's Korean Mug Shot

Sometimes when we're lost in foreign countries, it's easy to get upset and frustrated. Koreans don't speak as much English on average as Japanese people, and it was frustrating both getting to the Japanese embassy, and processing our forms. We had to go get passport sized photos, and assumed that we could acquire them at photo booths like they have all over Japan. So we look at a map and thinking that we know where to find the photo place, set off with reasonable expectations of finding it. After what seemed like forever of countless circling through the building, we were feeling the pain of the breakfast we didn't eat and were incredibly frustrated. We asked two or three people for directions and finally found the place to get pictures. It wasn't a self serve photo booth, as we had assumed, but an actual portrait shop tucked between a glasses store and the food court. How were we to know? The nice man inside tried his best to get us to smile for the pictures, but we were far too tired and not in very reasonable moods, so what resulted is what I later dubbed, 'Our Korean Mugshots' because Bret looks like an escaped convict and mine, well... I'm not posting mine because I went a little too heavy on the eyebrow pencil this morning, so I look like a Kentucky beauty pageant contestant and that photo will never see the light of day