Immigration- an awful adventure

Today, we went to the Korean Immigration office for orientation. Not only did we wait for about four hours, but the whole time we were waiting we felt like we were in the way.... there was nowhere near enough space for the number of people in that room. the highlights of this waste of our lives were making Switzerland cry from laughing too hard, coming to the decision (after mishearing something) that prostitution in Denmark is merely singing for money, and people watching while giving each person  their own theme song. The best way to sum up the experience was (pardon the language): "It is not 'what the hell', it is 'what the f%$@'!!" (said by the program representative who was with us). I also had namyong for lunch for the second time today (this translates directly to ice noodle), and the ice in the dish came in hand after I ate some toboki that made my mouth and lips lose all feeling because of how spicy it was (but oh so delicious!!).
A few observations about Korea:
1) Many elderly women in Korea are both very short., and chin- less... I wonder if this is a product of nature or nature. (An important existential question this brings up is: "will I too lose my chin as I age?"-- I hope not, I am very fond of it...)
2) Clothing with words from other languages is very popular here, even when the words do not make sense. Some highlights include random umlauts (the two dots above a "u" typically found in German) and the words "cheddar cheese" under a cartoon of some very obviously Swiss cheese.
3) Foreigners stare at foreigners more than Koreans do... I wonder why! Thoughts?

Love you all:)