Sometimes in life, and especially while living in Korea, you just have to go along for the ride. In my experience, agreeing to a crazy adventure or event typically seems to work out in my favor, giving me a crazy story at the very least. So, on September 1st, bleary-eyed and semi-apprehensive, my friend and I woke up early so we could catch a cab to the Chinatown area of Incheon. We knew very little of what the day would entail, but the promises of "flash mob" and "free tickets to a K-pop concert" were enough for us to jump right in, hoping the day would exceed our (admittedly low and/or vague) expectations. And boy did it...
