First night in Seoul

First night in Seoul. Past midnight. I'm hungry.

I push open the door of a small restaurant and bar, at random. A gem.

I sit down. Next to me, two students in cybercrime. It's their last night out before classes start again tomorrow.

They see me struggling with the menu. Everything is in Korean, not a word of English.

They help me. We talk. We laugh.

Taein and his girlfriend teach me the basics in Korean: yes, no, thank you, hello.

A mini Korean lesson between two dishes.

When it's time to pay, a problem: my phone won't go through.

I struggle. I look for a solution.

Taein doesn't hesitate for a second. He hands his card to the manager, turns to me and says: "Korean hospitality!"

I'm speechless.

We've known each other for one hour.

I've travelled to a lot of countries. It's the first time anyone has done something like that for me.

Thank you, Taein.