Let’s do a recap of the day where I ordered enough fried chicken to feed a small family and took creepy photos on the subway in Seoul. I’ve been having a minor breakdown in Seoul and I’ve realised that six weeks of Korean lessons prior to arriving here was in fact, not enough. Seoul also appears (to me) to be a very social city and so it feels quite isolating to wander around on your lonesome, eating fried chicken by yourself and getting sauce all over your face without having anyone there to tell you. However, I’ve discovered that the cure for said lonely feelings is to sit in a cafe surrounded by other lonely people. As we speak, the people around me are all studiously tapping and writing away, reading furiously and I even saw a group of people downstairs coding in a big nerdy huddle. The future of this country is literally being developed in this very Starbucks, it feels so exciting. Here are some photos snapped on my journey of doing nothing but everything at the same time.
Streets of shops and restaurants go on for days in Myeongdong.
Phone case frenzy
It started raining lightly and everyone went into full panic mode, people were practically throwing money at umbrella vendors and taking shelter.
Cleaning supplies so colourful that it would almost make me want to clean. Almost.
Here is an entire chicken I ordered and a giant bottle of beer. I wanted to try the real deal here in Korea considering I regularly eat Korean Fried Chicken in Melbourne. I successfully ordered in broken Korean and even asked for a bag so I could take away the other three quarters of the chicken that I couldn’t eat. Hello, left over fried chicken for dinner, anyone? I think I might sit in the shower and eat it so I don’t leave sticky-handprint-chicken-crumb marks all over my apartment.
A sea of fried chicken restaurants in Myeongdong.
From one train, looking out to the other platforms.
City Hall Station.
I accidentally bought the T Money card bundle that is meant for couples. I now have an awkward matching train card for the oppa that I don’t have, so sad. I can’t imagine Myki coming out with a couples range. (Update: Shortly after I posted this, I fell in love with my now-Oppa!)
My trip to Seoul started on a high note when my camera decided to be on some kind of freaky dystopian setting (see pics below). Schlepping my bags from Hong Kong to Korea was more of a hazed nightmare than a ‘this is real life and I’m alive’ situation. Yo, cities of the world, get some escalators? Get a lift? Just one or two? By the time I’d reached the train station near my Seoul Airbnb I was about ready to just leave my suitcase on the train. I mean, I didn’t have much hope of carrying it up the stairs anyway? Surely I can just pick it up on my way home? Alas, I pushed on with a level of strength and resilience that I wasn’t aware I possessed and arrived at my adorable apartment in Dongdaemun. I’m currently in shock and have had several existential crises today. It’s always so fun to realise just how BAD your language skills are! Just look at all that room for improvement and learning! More Seoul snaps to come once I figure out how the heck to get anywhere. Peace