koreans have mastered the art of the selfie. i have never seen so many selfies taken before in my life. i could dedicate an entire blog to “pictures of people taking selfies” lol
Last night we adventured out to the foreigner district in Seoul. Being in the middle of the foreigner district we assumed everywhere would be used to seeing and dealing with foreigners. Turns out thats not the case.
Because we like food and aren’t bound by traditional standards of having only one meal a night we ventured out in search of food multiple times. First, we ate a Kabab which was simply delicious. Then several hours later we decide to hunt down another meal. At this point its pretty late (or early depending on how you look at it) so its hard to find anywhere still serving food.
After several failed attempts we find a Korean BBQ place. You have to walk up some crazy small, curvy stairs just to get into the place. When we walk in the women looks nervous but I ask if we’re able to eat (in my awkward, accented Korean). She looks relieved and rattles off a string of Korean. I manage to catch some of it and I’m able to successfully order us food and beer. I’m pretty sure she tells us that we will sit upstairs on the terrace but we get sat down in the main lobby.
Turns out I did hear correctly and we get ushered upstairs. These stairs are even smaller than the first set and it’s entertaining to watch Jordan squeeze up. We pop up and we’re in a campsite. We sit in comfy folding chairs. There is a large canvas tent. We sip our drinks out of tins cups (every Korean hikes with a tin cup clipped on to their daypack). It was a great surprise.
As we cook our food the waiter casually takes a picture of us. At some point the original woman who sat us comes over and briefly explains to us how to correctly eat all of the food. She explains that they don’t get many foreigners. Yeah…we figured that out when the waiter took a picture of us. Later the same waiter asks for another picture of us. (The first one must not have turned out.) It was so strange. We are in the heart of the foreign district in Seoul. We can hear and see foreigners from our table.
On a side note: I want to emphasize how dangerous and crazy these stairs were. At the table next to us was a group of girls. One of the girls eats up the stairs (granted she is wearing impossibly high heels and has probably had too much soju). They get the first aid box, pull the tent closed, and make the one boyfriend stand outside and hold the tent closed. After about 10 minutes the let the boy back in. But the mood has dampened and they leave shortly afterwards. Which was also entertaining because now all the girls, still in crazy heels, are nervous about walking down the stairs.
Overall, it was a little pricey but it was delicious and well worth it for the experience of camping in the city.
p.s. we later ate at taco bell. Fifth meal? First breakfast?