A kind of postscript thought to the previous: as I was walking around with the kiddies, I suddenly remembered last year's Halloween at KB's guesthouse in Seoul, where an Irishman handing out lollipops opened his mouth and accidentally let out a waterfall of spittle on the floor, where Maiko was hit on by a resentful Korean art student, where a smelly Frenchman and a Korean woman monopolized the sleeping space and left us sitting in the hall until 6 am, and where a different Irishman got drunk off his ass and wouldn't let us leave in the morning.

What a difference a year makes.