Okay, maybe go get a coffee, or a beer...and prepare for the longest post, possibly ever, in blog history...
The Day:
Me and two friends made the trek to Itaewon early on Saturday, they needed to go to the travel agent for their upcoming Chinese trip (jealous) and to this great English book store called "What the Book". I was just along for the ride. I did however manage to eat Cold Stone ice cream for the first time in my life and it was delicious. Plus by a pair of Steve Madden comfy boots that makes it feel like I am constantly wearing slippers....for more than 50% off...steal! I didn't like Itaewon, there was too many white people and it made me feel a lot less special. It was like being in a rundown downtown Toronto.
On the subway to Itaewon we met a new Korean friend. His name is Joy but I've decided to call him Joey because Joy is a stupid name for a guy. The best thing about this guy was that the back of his jacket had a label that for real read:
DSquared
Chip Chip
Mother Fucker
AHAHAHAHA amazing right? and not even on the inside, on the outside. You would think this was a gangster coat, but no friends.. it was tweed... a nice looking tweed jacket. Of course he had no idea that it said anything bad until we told him, and then he was incredibly embarrassed. I wouldn't be surprised if he threw out the jacket when he got home.
We went to an area called Myeongdong after to look around (it's a big shopping area), then the one girl split and went home and the other girl and I went to check out this snowboarding thing in a different area of Seoul.
Basically they built this giant hill in the middle of Seoul for Sno Jam or something. It was okay but you had to pay to get in and there was a huge line... being the cheap and impatient foreigners we are, we just walked around the outside, took pictures and left.
The Night:
Now here's where the story starts to get more interesting...what would you say if I told you I stuck my feet in a tiny pool of water and let fish eat the dead skin off... gross right? Especially for someone who hates feet. But it was one of the best experiences I have had since coming to Korea. It was hilarious. We went to this cafe where you have to order a drink and then can eat free bread (ya, I didn't really get it either) then you can pay an extra $2 and stick your feet in this water with the fish. Of course the place is full of Koreans who don't do this and we made a big scene and they were all laughing at us, just another day in Korea. It didn't hurt, and sometimes tickled. The feeling was something that you can't explain until you've had it done. But I'm hoping to take some friends who haven't gone just so I can go back. My feet are smooth as silk today by the way.
Once the gates opened I realized that I had no idea where I was going. So standing there, drunk, trying to read the map I must have screamed charity case. A guy comes over and offers to help. Turns out he's from NZ and been in Korea for 8 years, so I trusted his directions and we chatted until my subway came, exchanged numbers and off I went. Only to realize later that I was not on a subway that would take me home and was again lost. After texting to tell him he insists on coming back to meet me and set me straight. I suggest breakfast and the rest is history. We meet back up go for some breakfast, I babble on and on because I am so drunk still and can't make myself shut up. Eventually we headed back to the subway around 730... this time making sure I get on the right one he sends me on my way again.
After we let fish nibble on our feet we headed to Garten Bier which is possibly one of my favorite places. The beer is cheap, the food is expensive... but it's all worth it for the cupholders that are -4 degrees and keep your beer chilly. Fantastic, why one of these doesn't exist in Regina is beyond me. Of course we had to get the biggest beer we could, and it only cost $7. We sat around drinking and talking about inappropriate things. I got drunk, my two friends didn't. They were tired and called it a night shortly after one.
This is where the night gets even more interesting. My friends who teach at public schools were in Seoul for this late orientation. I had been texting with my one friend all night and it sounded like they were having fun, and I was drunk and wanted to party. So what do I do? Take a cab all the way back to Seoul. It should have cost close to $35 but my cabbie was sweet and only charged me $28. He also went about 160 the whole way, good guy to get if you're on the Amazing Race.
I got to Itaewon around 2:00 and thankfully finding my friends wasn't too difficult. I met some cool people whose names I don't remember and I'm sure they don't remember mine...that's what happens after two in the morning. We drank until they kicked us out, then I convinced them to drink more somewhere else because I had come all the way from Incheon, this worked until the next bar closed (which is retarded because I was told bars don't close here). Eventually they got in a cab back to their dorms. They tried to bring me with them but the nazi cabbie wouldn't let 5 of us in... So I went to the subway and sat outside the gate with others pulling an all nighter and waited for almost an hour.
Once the gates opened I realized that I had no idea where I was going. So standing there, drunk, trying to read the map I must have screamed charity case. A guy comes over and offers to help. Turns out he's from NZ and been in Korea for 8 years, so I trusted his directions and we chatted until my subway came, exchanged numbers and off I went. Only to realize later that I was not on a subway that would take me home and was again lost. After texting to tell him he insists on coming back to meet me and set me straight. I suggest breakfast and the rest is history. We meet back up go for some breakfast, I babble on and on because I am so drunk still and can't make myself shut up. Eventually we headed back to the subway around 730... this time making sure I get on the right one he sends me on my way again.
I then ended off the night by falling asleep on the train only to be woken up at the last stop (my stop) by an old Korean man to tell me to get off. I then stumbled home and walked in around 9:00...
And thus was the best night I have spent in Korea so far. It was fantastic night full of bad decisions... which are always the best kind of nights.
It is now nap time... the pizza never magically showed up by the way.
1 comment:
okay so there was only one thing missing in this story that would have totally convinced us that this is truly Jana - when and where did you fall down? There were no stairs in this story.
we love you
mom and dad
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