Proprietor: Mr. Bong. Bong House is a sort of combination guest house and hostel. Most of the rooms sleep multiple people, but mine is a private room, because I do have standards. No, really, I do. They’re just not very high.
But it seems well-run and pleasant enough, and if not all that quiet, it’s certainly cheap. And guests are entitled to one free beer each day at the Bong Bar downstairs.
I’ve landed at Incheon, just like Douglas MacArthur. Except that I landed at a modern commercial airport instead of on the beach, and I wasn’t allowed to bring any weapons.
Plus, I don’t think MacArthur had to go through customs.
I took this picture several years ago, but it was in Prescott, and I just came from there, so I think it still counts.
I am no longer at the Columbus airport.
At the Columbus airport again.
So it goes.
I googled Israel Wells and got this. I clicked on W001 Descendant Chart and got this. Scrolling up to the top takes you to Thomas Welles, who is apparently my 9G-grandfather.
UPDATE: The top level of the Wells DNA search is here, with many surnames.
We visited the Newark Earthworks, or at least part of it. It’s very spread out. This photo shows the mound at the center of the Great Circle Earthworks, which contains a ceremonial longhouse.
Newark is pretty beat up and has several redevelopment areas that don’t seem to be redeveloping very well. I didn’t see anything that looked like a clothing or souvenir store and thus did not succeed in finding a Nerk shirt.
But I took a picture of the Longaberger basket building, and that’s nearly as good.
