Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Catch Up

So I'm super behind on blogging and I'll take this opportunity to catch up.  First is a picture of me doing what I do most often, but talk about least often:


The orange juice is there because post-busan I got a pretty bad sore throat and was hoping that the vitamin C would give me a nice boost.  I slept a lot that week and tried to be overall healthier but while I did feel better the "sick" just wouldn't go away on it's own.


We got some cheetos, but as you can see they're super different.  They don't even taste like cheese -- they taste more like Ramien...

 Hanging out with Charlie is super fun.  We went to Myeong-Dong to get some dumplings (where my camera ran out of pictures so... well, no photos of that), but before hand we got to do things like try on interesting hats (I think I look more French, right?) and deal with more rain:


 Which was really not good for my cold.  Anyways we agreed that the next night (Friday) we would make our best efforts to go to a Live Jazz club.  So we did, but while we were walking there, we saw this brass guy trying to hold up a street bench:


He was trying REALLY hard:


We ended up not seeing a Jazz band, but a Funk group instead.  They were pretty good too!   I have some videos, but not they're back in the room -- but if someone bugs me about it later I'll DEFINITLEY post them (and edit this part out, so if you're reading it that means no video.)


After the Funk band we just went back, I was still pretty tired from being sick so it was probably for the best anyways.  I slept pretty late on Saturday but ended up heading to Ewha University to do some more haning out with Charlie -- we were later Joined by Soshana and Sue for dinner and it was a pretty good time.  This is a picture of their library:


As well as an interesting coffee shop:


I got some street food that was so hot that I couldn't speak for a few minutes afterwards.  I even had the opportunity to talk to Chris on the phone and the only thing I managed to say was something like "Spicy Street Food arhgbarghl call back arghl  soooon."   Anyways, here's a picture of the little devil:



I slept deep into Sunday and woke up miserable so spent some time looking for a Doctor/Pharmacy.  Found a Pharmacy in Sillim and the pharmasist gave me directions to a good doctor -- and in the meatime I got some sore throat pills to help with the whole "pain" thing.  After the doctor I got to walk around Sillim a bit and saw some interesting things:

A real corndog -- not quite what they have back home but was still super tasty.


This guy's name is "Teenie Weenie" but he's anything but small -- and he's a bear.  I love the combination of 90s style b-boy hat, khaki's and sport jacket...


This is a comic shop.  Massive with Manga/Manwha and suprisingly enough, a ton of D.C. and Marvel!


Sillim looks kind of boring from the outside but if you duck into the side streets it gets a lot more interesting.  You see some realyl scary stuff; like this beer and hof place:


Advertised with an IV...  Anyways the result of my trip to Sillim was this:



It actually worked pretty well!  Three days later my soar throat was gone -- I still cant figure out why there are SO MANY PILLS, but my thought is that they're each one substance and rather than being pre-mixed at the plant, they're combined into little bags at the pharmacy and later mix in my stomach.  Seems like it saves costs though because I paid less than $10 for meds.


 We went out to the sports stadium to watch the sunset along the mountains and saw some dudes playing this game:


Yep, good old American football -- they were actually training.  It was funny to watch.  None of them were American either! Guess our game had done at least a little bit of spreading...


Next to our office building we have a very small fire hydrant -- actually they're all that small; but I thought it was pretty cute.  Kalon's a bit dissapointed in it's smallness though.


This picture is an absoloutely amazing piece of technology.  It's a pre-cut roll of kimbap put into a plastic wrapper.  When you pull on the tab the top comes off and you push on the bottom to force the kimbab out.  Not only that but it basically constitutes a full balanced meal and only costs $1!!  (It's also really good.)

On thursday I got some pictures that I can't even look at without having massive hunger pangs (even if I've just eaten).  Charlie, Kalon and I did what we called a "dumpling crawl"  -- even though we only ended up going to two places we ate more dumplings than should be possible.  I hope you can tell by the pictures how happy these guys were...  It was nothing short of amazing.

We've gone to get dumplings at least once a week since the first week.  Sometimes more than once.  They're just so amazing...  Gonna miss these when I go back home...




The next day Kalon and I went to Gangnam (which is like the Silicon Valley of Seoul -- where all the tech companies have offices) to walk around and get some food.  We went to an Irish pub called "Dublin" which was really awesome.  They had some real smooth Guiness.

The food was also really good, making the whole experience very satisfying.
 

Found a little shop called "Brownaholic"


But things kept getting darker:


Some of the places have some strange names; like "Monkey Strike: Episode 4."


"Oneshot" makes a lot of sense, especially for how engrained the term is in Korean drinking culture; but I'm not sure what the deal is with the massive helmet...

Very Nice taqueria!

And the Kinki Robots....



Afterwards, rather than go back to the office, Kalon and I decided to go watch a movie.  Now, the problem we realized when we got was that there weren't any American movies that we hand't seen yet!  So instead we watched this:


The hangul says "Quick."  The premise is about a guy (who's really good with motorbikes) who makes a buisness of delivering packages.  One day this girl gets on the back of his bike (she turns out to be a k-pop start) and puts on his helmet, shortly before he gets notified that he was tricked -- a mobster put a bomb in his helmet and wants him to deliver bombs; or else the helmet will explode.  From here the movie blasts into a hillarious series of motorcycle stunts and explosions, the three way balance between motorcycle guy, the cops, and the mobsters; and through the whole movie I understand maybe about 20 words, 10 which are just "ne!" (yes).

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