Vivaldi's Park's Ocean World is amputated to its indoor facilities during the winter from its floundering state as an aquatic metropolis during the summer months. After skiing for days in layers of dry-fit, fleece, and ski gear made to dissolve any semblence of womanly form and transform its wearer into a giant marshmallow, I wanted to wear as little as I could get away with (in Korea, that's not much). The added bulk and limited range of movement of being in ski clothes helped me to empathize with gavaged ducks fattened only to have their liver harvested for foie gras. Waddle waddle.