
Alas, it was me.
Or, in the spirit of the Olympics and as they say in France, c'etait moi.
Seoul is Sauna Central. As such, I've adopted a strategery for coping: First, I chose to stay at the closest hotel to the office. I didn't know how good that move was until today. Second, I wore white A) to stay cool; and B) in case of the unfortunate potential of WetBack. Third, I moved absolutely as slowly as possible. Even still, I had to tote my backpack and that rare glimpse that only comes post-sporting event -- or in the depths of hell -- came to pass.
Lucky!
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