My Albanian friend, that I met in the USA, flew from Beijing to Seoul on a Saturday night. He and I made the expansive track from Incheon International Airport to my teeny tiny apartment. I welcomed him with a bottle of Soju. We quickly changed and hopped into a taxi for a night on the town. We visited various areas, sampled numerous types of soju and makju (beer), and danced our buts off. Julis enjoyed drooling on the ridiculously beautiful Korean women. It was true Seoul style-since the clubs were so packed we could hardly move, the music was quirky, and there was plenty to gawk at.
To kick his sojover (soju hangover, one of the worst in the world!) we went to a restaurant near my apartment which we’ve dubbed “Flaming Pig”. We ate a great meal of Kimchi, rice, mushrooms, tofu, and Samgyupsau. It was a tasty!
Since he isn’t fond of tourist attractions, we took to the streets of Myeongdong, where he shopped, gawked, and sniffed. I can’t think of three better verbs-it seems like those are the things that must be done in Myeongdong. There are people and things to look at, strange foods to smell, and tons of things to buy! We had a great day pushing through the crowds.
Also true to Korean style, we had a drink outside of the Family Mart. (a convenience store) and did some more people watching. After a few drinks, we headed to Hongdae for dinner, hookah, and drinks.
Monday morning, my Albanian friend was on his way back to Beijing at 6 a.m. and my Korean-American life resumed.
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