Yep, that’s right – there’s only one Korea. Somewhere, there’s a fat toddler throwing a tantrum about that. This was an interesting time to visit since a new president was elected 3 days before I landed, and the self-titled supreme leader is now reaching out for diplomatic talks. (Word on the street is that this happens any time he does something stupid like a missile test.) Which is probably why this sign is posted:
Anyway, I made friends with the guy next to me on the plane. He works for the US government in Seoul so gave me a lot of suggestions and background on what’s actually happening in South Korea during the cab ride to Itaewon (shout out to Scott!). This is a very international part of the city and near the old US military base. He wasn’t kidding – Itaewon on a Friday night is bumpin’:
I spent a couple of hours just walking around and looking at things. (Ladies, visit Skin Food if you’re ever in South Korea.) Unfortunately I passed out early (sorry, Scott!) despite not being able to work the lights in my hotel room, so I didn’t go clubbing. Then again, this is me we are talking about. I’m one step away from a glass of warm milk and an episode of Murder She Wrote before turning in at 7 PM.
That also means I was up early to try banana milk – PLEASE BRING THIS TO THE STATES – and visit Gyeongbokgung Palace. I don’t know how to pronounce it either. It was easy to find with a little subway maneuvering (I was terribly proud of myself for navigating the Korean subway without getting lost once, despite my utter lack of a sense of direction). The system is fairly easy since most signs and announcements are also in English. Plus there’s this:
I can read that these are gas masks, but I’m dying to know the back story as to the pictures and why this is in every station. It reminds me of a David Hasselhoff music video I saw once.
Also yet again I find my favorite gentleman.
The palace is fabulous, as was the museum across the street.
This is the second time the site has crashed while writing this, so I’m long overdue for a post. That means you’ll probably get another one in about an hour. My condolences!