Last weekend was a very strange couple of days. After getting home from work at 5:00 on Friday we hopped onto a bus into Seoul. We ate at this bloody fantastic Indian Food restaurant (where we will definitely be eating again!) in the financial district and crawled into bed quite early. Being the insane people that we are, we actually managed to book a tour that required us to wake up earlier than we do during the week. At 6:00 our alarm started ringing and we were off to Camp Kim (a USO camp in Seoul). We arrived at the DMZ and first got to visit Camp Boniface, a US military camp where we were asked to switch buses.
Finally arriving at the Military Demarcation line, right in the middle of the DMZ. 
From there we could see into North Korea and a strange village that sits completely empty, and apparently always has. There had to be official meetings to mandate the height and size of the flag in the villages in either side, because the two were constantly trying to one-up each other by getting bigger and bigger flags and taller and taller flagpoles.
We got to visit the freedom house (they have each optimistic names for eveything on the S. Korea side!) which was build to allow a safe place for families split by the divide to meet and reunite. But, we were told that North Korean wouldn’t allow any citizens to come this far south for fear that they would defect. Defection is a bloody event.
In front of the Freedom House is Unity Square, where a bloody fight erupted when a Soviet chappie from the North defected. A bunch of soldiers from both sides were killed, but apparently the guy is still alive and well somewhere.
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