ABSTRACT
I fell asleep again, so deeply that Dong-su had to shake me awake. Breakfast was like the dinner the night before - another feast with lots of little dishes, which we ate in our room. I nibbled pear-apples and seaweed, which seemed more like breakfast than the other choices set out before me, but Dong-su sampled all the bowls, even the kimchi. He must have a cast-iron stomach.
