So 13 days in South Korea has kind of been a blur. A little due to the mid-trip food poisoning, a lot due to my insomnia-induced goldfish memory.
Landed in Seoul. INTERNET! GOOGLE! INSTAGRAM! FACEBOOK! SNAPCHAT! Which, yeah, yeah, probs don’t need to be that connected to the internerds while travelling. BUT IT’S NICE AND YOU KNOW IT.
We kicked South Korea off with some traditional noms of banchan, those side dishes served at the beginning of a Korean meal. So mini. Much cute.
Went for a run. As a preemptive measure against all the food we’ll be consuming. But, let’s face it, it’ll never be enough. Went to Gwangjang Market, one of the oldest and largest traditional markets in South Korea.
Had live octopus, sannakji, and a boat load of street food.
V bought a bunch of Korean cosmetics so we attempted the “Korean look” of super pale faces, big eyebrows, and bright pink lipstick. Could not get as white as the Koreans due to being tanned af #aznfail. Also, Korean eyebrows make me look real sad all the time.
Touristed at Gyeongbok Palace, National Folk Museum of Korea, and Bukchon Hanok Village. Had dinner in a street food tent near the hostel and met a couple of nice Korean girls that studied in Canada 😊 and drunk Korean business men 😒. I think one of the men were trying to impress us (?) by yelling “FRIGGING NOODLES” over and over again. Much impressed. The food tent lady said we ate a lot because we mis-ordered.
In our defense, we thought we were ordering individual skewers and not plates of multiple skewers. The most delicious mistake.
We ran up Namsan Mountain and saw the Seoul tower. Exercised + touristed? 2 birds 1 stone. Boom.
I’m so against paying to go up towers. Do not get.
Found an outdoor gym WITH BENCH PRESSES. Worked out. Obvs. Proceeded to freak out old Korean men by lifting all the weights.
Went on the half-day DMZ tour. Spilled coffee on my crotch on the bus. Classic Kelly. At the first stop, Imjingak Park, I was lucky enough to witness an older man (40-50?) offer a younger lady (mid 30s?) a bite from his already half consumed ear of corn. Which, hilarious. Most interesting part of the tour was the 3rd Infiltration Tunnel. The 3rd Tunnel was this long ass tunnel that the sneaky NK bastards had dug for a surprise attack on Seoul despite the 1953 armistice agreement. We were allowed to walk down approx. 400m of the tunnel until we reached the blockade (170m from the MDL + NK, what!). The tunnel was obviously dug for tiny Asians – total height less than 2m – and me, being a cocky ahole, giggling at V for having to essentially gaucho walk the whole thang, baaaaaashed my head twice on the occasional parts that was less than 5’2″. Head injuries are good for insomnia right? #whatconcussion
I bought expensive ginseng that’s supposed to magically solve my insomnia BECAUSE I’LL TRY ANYTHING GUYS. Grown for 6 years? Not exported outside of Korea? Sold.
Then we demolished a whole plate of fried chicken in 7 minutes before heading off to Busan. Eating like a lady is overrated.
In Busan. We went for a hunt for a traditional Korean spa. Unfortunately we were turned away as V’s tats were considered a “skin disease” 😂😂😂. Funny. But, not funny because no spa. To make ourselves feel better about the no spa, we went to Jagalchi Market and ate all da seafood. Splurged on a crab.
So worth it. Consumed 2 bottles of soju and drunkenly walked through BIFF square, which resulted in us inhaling 2 waffles in like 0.00003 seconds.
Went to Gamcheon Traditional Village, which was hills on hills on hills.
All the hill walking made us decide that we had earned some Korean fried chicken and expensive Korean strawberries.
Both woke up with food poisoning. Who’s the culprit? The strawberries? The fried chicken? Swearing off both for an indefinite period of time. Stayed in the hostel and cruuuusssshed Atelier on Netflix #bingewatch. What. I’m brushing up on my Japanese. Our lovely, lovely hosts at May’s House made us congee.
Dear future husband, make me congee when I’m sick. Always.
Left for back to Seoul. We were going to train hop and see other parts of South Korea, but the fp made us so weak. So nooooo train-hopping for us.
Busan + Seoul, South Korea Summary: We ate. A lot.
And took selfies. A lot.
Duration: Jan 2 – Jan 15
Sleep log 2016.01.02: flew to Seoul. Fell asleep great!
Sleep log 2016.01.03: No sleep at all. Girl came in and flipped on allllll the lights
Sleep log 2016.01.03: Zero sleep. Zeroooooo. Was drifting into sleep when girl came in and flipped on all the lights. Again. Could not fall back asleep
Sleep log 2016.01.04: think I fell asleep cos of weird ass dreams. But kind of like a conscious sleep…defs did not feel rested in the am
Sleep log 2016.01.05: Made a giant sleep cocktail of camomile tea and [+], woke up with the hugest kink in my neck. Probs because of the passing out and not moving despite uncomfortableness
Sleep log 2016.01.06: didn’t sleep. Again. Don’t know what’s wrong with me [+]
Sleep log 2016.01.07: did not sleep. What’s with Asia and super fluffily pillows? Ended up sleeping on a makeshift mess that was 2 of my sweatshirts
Sleep log 2016.01.08: exhaustion + downing 2 bottles of soju at dinner = fell asleep pretty much right away [+]
Sleep log 2016.01.09: slept really well despite food poisoning and napping on and off all day
Sleep log 2016.01.10: good sleep!
Sleep log 2016.01.11: good sleep despite Symphony of snores from 4 different people in the storm #snorchestra
Sleep log 2016.01.12: good sleep!!
Sleep log 2016.01.13: good sleep!!! Is the ginseng worrrrrkinnnnnnng????
Sleep log 2016.01.14: woken up at 4am because some dude decided it was a good time to pack