Red-orange

Korea was an eye-opening visit for me. I was there to renew my working visa for Japan. During my sojourn, I hadn't yet memorized the Korean script. The alleyways and buildings boasted colourful signs in the robust writing. I bought various quaint masks to decorate my walls at home. I ate some spicy red-orange food. Years later, I would be able to pronounce Korean words, with their meanings only a dictionary look-up away.