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Ashley (my newfound traveling partner) and I were kyaking in Halong Bay. Three Korean men were on our tour and I wanted to say something to them.
I yelled in Korean, "Where should we go?"
The men pointed. Then stared at me. They asked in Korean, "Are you Korean?"
I laughed and shook my head. Again, in Korean, "No, I am a foreigner."