Smorking Labbits - A Tale of Tokyo

And now your patience will be rewarded...

So yeah, back from Tokyo the other day, and finally found myself a spare breath with which to scratch out an account of what happened over those fateful four nights in Nishikawaguchi. The trip, for those of you who didn't know, was Team Korea's latest outing into the world of domestic travel, and saw us spending our Golden Weeks in Japan's capital, visiting touristy spots and fellow Edinburghers.

As you may have guessed, I didn't die.

So anyway, one of the big milestones the trip signified was my first outing on a Night Bus, that dreaded chariot of the devil, and I can tell you now that it's almost as bad as everyone makes it out to be. Almost, but not quite. I have never been a good sleeper on moving vehicles, the train ride between Maizuru (right?) and Otaru being the one exception. So no sleep for the wicked this time. It was fun, though, in a weird sort of way, and I enjoyed my hell as best I could.

You see the state we were in when we arrived? Nah, I'm kidding.

So we arrived at Shinjuku Station at around 5.45am, and set off in search of something to do before Tokyo opened. Breakfast (carton coffee is niiice) and subways lead us to the Imperial Gardens in the centre of town, where Steph and I slept on the grass and Mark did... something majime, can't remember what. Lunch at Freshness Burger, and then it was off to the Pokemon Center for a bit of giddy, gleeful nostalgia. That was where we picked up tickets for the movie (just a couple of months now) before setting sail for the hostel.

JGH Tokyo is a nice little hostel in a place called Nishikawaguchi, which we later found was a Red Light District. No kidding. It's small, and the rooms reflect this smallness, but cosy, and the beds are comfortable. One problem we faced was that there are often only limited walls between rooms, so noise travelled very easily. Why that Danish fellow was screaming "Gluttony! Gluttony!" at 8am the next morning is beyond all of us. It also seems that Australians do not appreciate deep, late-night discussions. Which is a joke, really considering how flipping loud they saw fit to flipping snore!!

Tch...

Next day was, you guessed it, Saturday, and a trip to Kamakura. Present members were Team Korea, Caroline and Jan, Laura and Claire, as well as Laura's parents. Nice place, if you didn't know already, and the weather was spectacular.

And now, Live on the scene as it was on Saturday, here's a special news report from inside Buddha:

And it's back to the studio.

Following that was a trip to the beach, something I haven't done in years. Big sights included some little hawks grabbing food, Anpanman in the sand and a dead husk of a pufferfish. After that was some awesome tuna mayo crepes before heading back to Caroline's for a nabe party, which went exceptionally. Those on the receiving end of Claire's drunken messages to my friends via my phone, I am deeply sorry.

Getting tired...

Sunday was Yokohama with Claire and Laura, and let me tell you that is one superb place. More mayo crepes, Yellow Submarine, and quite possibly the greatest arcade game ever conceived.

Other things of note in Yokohama, excluding stellar stress relief games, were another Pokemon Center, a ferris wheel and moonlit waters. The weather, if you're interested, was simply spectacular, and only saw to invigorate the city with a further burst of life and energy. The place was packed to the rafters with kids out in the amusement park, or fellow tourists, or any of a huge number of people, all enjoying the sun. Yokohama was a spectacular place, and one I would love to return to some day.

Pity they weren't serving Fish and Chips that day, though...

Monday, our grand finale, saw Steph and I set off for Odaiba with Tokyoite Natasha. Best way to get to Odaiba is via a monorail, which is WAY cooler than any measly subway, and was the first of a plethora of things that, when all put together, make Odaiba a truly science fiction city.

Looking out at the cityscape from the flat pathways on the riverside it is difficult to see yourself in the present day at all, a thought that is further enhanced by the presence of Tokyo's Teleport Station.

I kid you not! That's exactly what it says! I hear, though, that rather than being a fantastical place of instant transportation it is just a train from Odaiba to Shinjuku and back again. And this was not the only disappointment Odaiba had in store for us...

I WISH it was the real Pallet Town! I WISH! Instead, this shopping complex held yet another ferris wheel (pretty much a must have for such a picturesque area) as well as an Italian buffet, a car exhibit and some hula dancers. After taking in the seven colours of Fake Pallet Town the three of us met up with Odaiba resident Haruka (whose parents, wouldn't you know it, live in Edinburgh) and off we went again. This time we stopped by a place called... uh... D- something. It was some kind of amusement complex, with Sega's theme park Joypolis (would have KILLED to go there about seven years ago), a fitness complex, a retro Showa village and a replica street of Hong Kong. It was quite something, each floor holding something a little bit weirder than the last. From there Steph and I bid our farewells and set off for where the rest of Team Tokyo awaited in Harajuku. Dinner was quirky DIY okonomiyaki in a little backstreet, gallery-esque restaurant, and was superb fun.

The bus back was more tolerable, we all being a little bit dead from the week's endeavours, and I think I may even have been able to sleep a little bit. Wasn't deep sleep, I should be so lucky, but it helped pass the time. Arrived home on Tuesday morning at around 6 o'clock, at which point we went our separate ways and slept.

And that's it. All done. Tokyo complete once again. And, until the return trip via Narita it'll be the last time I'm there. It's a stupendous place, Tokyo, though honestly exhausting. How Team Tokyo puts up with it week-in-week-out is beyond me.

Now I commence being annoyed at Blogger for not handling my videos with due care.

Thanks for reading.

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ボルテッカーだ！！ピカチュウの最強の技！神戸のコナーめ、負けるの準備をしろ！！

Aikawarazu

Have I got a story for you! Gather around and have a listen.

So today was the day I was supposed to meet with my latest student (number 2, or 3 if you still want to count that one who stood me up) and the plan was to meet at 6pm on Thursday at the corner of Kitaouji and Kitashirakawa. The text I was sent, I have it right here, said the following: "6 on Thursday is good for me." Now, this guy (I still don't his real gender, name, age, occupation or anything) was using some seriously good English in his texts, so I didn't really expect a great deal of trouble.

Here's the first hurdle: there is no Kitashirakawa in Kyoto. It was with some hesitancy, therefore, that I arrived at plain, old Shirakawa, and crossed my fingers. I was 15 minutes early, and it was raining. And I didn't bring my umbrella, 'cos I was sure my hood would be fine. And I'm sure it would have been, for the 15 minutes I intended to be there in the rain.

30 minutes past, and I grew anxious. I texted the guy, asking if I was indeed waiting at the wrong place, and waited. 15 more minutes later and I went home. It was there that I got an email asking why I was there at all, as the meeting wasn't going to be for another 2 weeks.

...

Turns out when he said '6 on Thursday', he thought I meant 'Thursday the 6th', which would be the day Golden Week ends. So, wet and sleepy, I made dinner and resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be making any additional money for a little while. I'm actually quite happy about what happened, to be quite honest, as it's been a long, long week and I'm really very sleepy. This extra rest (or, in this case, time spent reading over the articles for Humanology (made-up name)) really did me some good. Also means I have no work looming over me so I can enjoy my planned no-work Friday to the fullest.

So yeah, that's my story. Honestly don't know who was at fault, and I'm beyond caring.

Next up, the second season of Swanner goes to School.

It's nearly been three weeks so far, and they've been full, exciting weeks. Just not really full of the sort of stuff you'd be all that interested in hearing about; grammar particles and the like. Though I will have you know there have been some pretty soap-opera-esque things flying about. That's all I'm saying.

So, a rundown of classes. First and second periods are reserved for language classes, as per usual, except this time around there's always one period of grammar and one of something else. Monday and Tuesday are reserved for reading skills, Wednesday for writing, and Thursday and Friday for speaking. I actually prefer it this way; it breaks up the mornings nicely into more interesting chunks, doubly so as we actually get two teachers for the morning classes this time. Returning special guest stars are ace-of-spades Takada on Monday 2nd (a great place for him, acting as a sort of Monday gloom buffer zone) and not-cool-enough-to-be-given-the-name-of-a-playing-card-but-still-pretty-cool Tsukiyama on Wednesday 2nd. Other than that it's all New Challengers, none of whom I actively dislike which is a superb thing to discover. Well, give it a few weeks and we'll see how I feel.

Bonus classes this semester are the unavoidable JLPT Seminars, this semester I rose from B to C, as well as a supplementary 'Intermediate Grammar' course which is essentially the same thing. AND, you will be I'm sure ecstatic to hear, I can actually take my Manga class this semester! So far it's not been eye-wateringly fascinating like I'd hoped, but it has been easy as walking with cake. I mean, one lesson (usually 1 and a half hours) was a 45 minute tour of the Museum. The first of 3 such tours over the semester. And they're giving us credit for this? The last two are both Bruce White courses, the guy who gave us Intercom B last semester. Both are pretty much the same thing, but with slightly different nuances, like certain Japanese grammatical structures I'd care to mention. Tuesday 3rd has been dubbed Humanology (real title: What makes Humans Human), and is a small class of mostly Shugakukan residents. Tuesday 5th is Identology (real title: Divisions of Culture in Society) and is a much bigger class of Californians. The latter I'm likely to drop (huge apologies to Bruce if this is where you heard it first!) just because by 5th on Tuesday I find myself dead. Like, seriously. Also, the courses don't really slot together as nicely as a lazy student like me would like, so I think only one would be better than both.

That's it for class. Homework's been improved (in that there's the same amount of it but it's, y'know, better) but free time has been utterly devastated. However, tomorrow is the first meeting of a cool-looking English Workshop Circle that I was invited to, and I seem to have time for that. Also, there is always time for anime. Letter Bee, you cheeky muppets!! Oh, and I heartily recommend these first three episodes of the stunning-looking Angel Beats.

Was there anything else? I don't-

Ah! Golden Week!

Plan is, from the Thursday night to the Monday morning we're gonna head to Tokyo (that's Team Korea plus Special Guest Star Jess (maybe)) and spend the time in an interesting (and cheap) ryoukan just off the circle line. Really, really looking forward to it. Plans so far include a day in Kamakura (where we can, I hear, get inside Buddha's head) and a day in Yokohama (where we can, I know, visit another Pokemon Center AND a Gundam-themed bar). Lor comes down with her folks on the Thursday after (i.e. the day I am actually supposed to be meeting anonymous-eikaiwa-san) so it's gonna be a good couple of weeks!

Related plans for long weekends to come include Fukuoka, Nagoya and Hiroshima (the first two containing my last, final two Pokemon Centers) which all sound superb.

Phew, wore myself out a little bit there...

Thanks for reading.

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俺の場合は相変わらずけど、マーシア君はいつも変わってる。シルクちゃんにもアーケヂアにもあのルーパスの奴にもシャウトアウトだ！

Creap

Okay, long time no see!

A few things to catch up on, but not a great deal, considering the huge time we've had free since Korea. Things have been pretty slow, with Hanami season now at its height, but on Wednesday the term starts anew. I guess that's the main thing I'm gonna talk about today.

So, this term I've been placed in proficiency level 5, two higher than last semester. Exactly as I was hoping it would be, so that's good news! Also in my level are the other members of Team Korea, and we even managed to place in the same class by... complete, uh, coincidence.

*ahem*

Extra classes for me will take up Monday and Tuesday afternoons: new seminars for the JLPT (which starts its brand-new system this year) and supplementary grammar courses, along with a new Intercom course and an anime and manga course! That's right, this time the dream becomes reality! On top of that I have two English students to teach on certain evenings, so I'm going to be earning some money as well! Everything's looking up Pete!

I'd still rather not go back, mind... This holiday has been su-PERB, and I'm going to miss all the time spent travelling around or watching films at ridiculous-o'clock. I'm NOT going to miss spending all that money, though. Seriously, ouch.

I... can't really think of what else needs saying... Like I said, a bit of a slow few weeks.

Ooh, we went to Himeiji Castle a couple of weeks back! That was pretty good, though I can't quite see what all the fuss was about. It's not the biggest castle in Japan, nor is it the whitest, nor the most important historically. Himeiji Castle is famous because it is the castle-i-est castle in the whole of Japan. I took a grand total of one picture, having left my camera's memory card at home, but I daresay another member of Team Korea took some beauts. Steph's got a stunning set of pictures regarding a chance meeting with Winston, the all-time best cat in Japan. Seriously made up for all those dumb, scaredy cats that run when I get near. Watch the photo albums for that!

Last couple of Sundays (not counting yesterday's Easter Sunday) have been Team Korea outings too, with the Team setting course for Osaka in search of the rumoured Jesus Life Church. We didn't realise when we were going there, however, that participation first requires that you defeat a grand and noble task of actually finding the place. Each week the venue changes (each week!), so regular watching of the website is in order to see which of the plethora of tiny, insignificant train stations across Osaka is this week's. As you may be able to gather, neither time were we able to locate the place, not even after the service had long since concluded, and I for one have given up hope. My loyalties will lie with the Doshisha Church!

Ah, right! There're a bunch of new guys starting their years here now! Among them are some ace new additions to the Shugakukan squad, such as Steph's school friend Jessie. Shout out to you all, best of luck for the new term!

That's it, that's everything I can think of.

So yeah, now I'd like to talk a little about some anime.

With the Spring Season just starting, the Winter must draw to its inevitable conclusion. Since Korea we have seen the last of Kobato and Armed Librarians, two of the three shows I was keeping up with. The third, Letter Bee, has more to go, with last episode's preview making it look like the end is gonna be a good one! Kobato ended rather well, in true CLAMP rose-tinted style, though I would have liked something a little more epic. Something big and loud, something not so... CLAMPy. Armed Librarians was looking stunning right up until the very last moment, but the last episode was something of a disappointment. All it really ended with was a chance for each member of the cast in turn to show off a bit, so the actual plot ended up being mired somewhat beneath chest-beating and meaningless fights. Still loved the show, but I'll now be less sure about getting the DVD.

And that's it! I'm making Omrice, so I'll speak to you some other time.

Thanks for reading.

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タワータイクゥゥゥゥゥン！！てめえぇぇぇ！！何者だ？！　

Two Halves - Same Coin, part 5

Final chapter today, hope you're ready for it.

I'd like to start with a message to the Polish tour group that were with us in the DMZ today:

"What part of 'do not take pictures unless told that you may' do you not understand?!

What part of 'do not look back and keep moving until you have entered the building' is beyond you?!

Do you not feel a sense of urgency, perhaps, when armed soldiers tell you that you will face criminal charges if you do not comply?!

Consider yourselves lucky those illegal photos you took were the only things you lost, and not your cameras or, I don't know,

your lives!!

Grow up!!"

That's it.

So as you have no doubt gathered by now we have successfully entered and then left North Korean soil in the form of the DMZ, and I can report that it was an excellent experience. So massively tense it was unbelievable, but totally worth it to get the proper experience of the state of the Korean War which, I can tell you, is still going on.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the last stretch of South Korea before everything blurs into shades of neutrality. The DMZ extends across over 200km of land, spanning the whole of the Korean Peninsula, and 4km north-south, with 2km of North Korean land and 2km of South Korean. Within that are two little villages, one for each side, who farm the rice and ginseng fields and don't have to pay tax or anything. Obviously I'd much rather be showing you pictures of the place, but as my rant may have mentioned a lot of photos were simply banned outright, so I'll have to describe.

Which reminds me, we were told why jeans were not allowed as well and it's pretty funny. The jeans in question are that faded sort, the one with all the holes in it, as apparently the officials are afraid that the North Koreans will take pictures of you in your tattered jeans and use it as propaganda, saying that the south is so poor that its residents cannot afford to fix their own clothing! We laughed at that.

So yeah, first stop on the tour was an observatory/museum a few miles into the South, which told us about what we suspect (and they had to stress that a lot of it really is 'suspect') about life in the North, as well as the details of the war. We had lunch there; more bimbibap. Not that I dislike the stuff, its just the only thing I can say is proper Korean food that I've eaten here, and that's not a great thought. Also ate a raw clove of garlic, which I regret.

For reference, the woman at the front is Michelle, our tour guide, and the others are Polish. Thought you'd like to know.

Anyway, from there we went off to Panmunjeom and its Joint Security Area (JSA). It didn't take long, just a single passport check and we were into Camp Bonifas. A slideshow briefing told us more of the war and what we could expect in the JSA proper, and we were escorted to the facility by a stern-looking Korean officer with a Californian accent. The JSA is a bunch of buildings in a little compound, conveniently colour-coded. Blues are South Korean and... unpainted are North. We were warned beforehand not to "fraternize" with the North soldiers, and the whole time we were there we had them watching over us from their concrete fort in the north of the compound. Very unnerving, it really showed just how tense this whole conflict has become, with both sides watching each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

There you go, that's a lot of the compound right there.

That was the main brunt of the tour, with the rest simply being a coach ride to the gift shop. There was one very interesting bit in the JSA, though, and that was being shown the conference room used by both sides for negotiations. Like the JSA itself, the table in the center of the room was split in two, but it was the only place in the whole world where civilians were allowed into North Korean military property.

So yeah, I have actually been to North Korea. Stood with one foot in each, as a matter of fact.

Sorry if that was a bit short, it is late and I have a bunch of people trying to get me to concentrate on assisting in the construction of a fictitious universe.

Thanks for reading. I did not die.

Two Halves - Same Coin, part 4

Let's get the bad news out of the way first: there was no trip to the DMZ today. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was because of this:

That's right, North Korea was closed due to bad weather. It's difficult to be angry, though, as we did get to chat with the lovely Japanese (yes, Japanese) staff at the travel office, and meet our tour guide for tomorrow, when we shall try again. I'm pretty confident this time.

So, today started with breakfast at Starbucks, Pourtoi bakery and Doughnut Plant in that order. The latter was a particularly good find, with doughnuts the size of your head and muffins like great volcanoes on sale. I had a cream cheese... thing, which was exceptionally nice.

Good stuff. Next we moved on to the tourist information booth we visited last time, eager to find something to do with our vast expanse of free time that preferably took place outside of Seoul for a change. The result was a trip to the Traditional Korean Village, Asia's Black Country Museum. The way underfoot was sludgy and slippery, and there weren't many people there at all, but that's their loss as the place looked simply stunning.

The place was much bigger than I'd thought, almost an amusement park in fact, with its own restaurants (about 5 of them) and souvenir shops alongside the preserved 19th Century houses. The actual exhibition (I guess you can call it that) was actually really good, and you could go right into any of the buildings and take a snoop around. There were also funny animals, which always wins me over. The souvenir shop was also a hit, surprisingly, with almost over-eager staff members ready to sell you pretty much anything. Picked up a Western rifle that shoots rubber bands and a present for a certain someone to celebrate a certain milestone. Naturally, the rifle was a present to myself. There's also one ace picture of Steph and I in traditional clothing (Mark's yellow belly got in the way of a full Team Korea photo) which shall be viewable the moment one of us finds a scanner.

Next we set off to Meong-dong once again so I could buy shoes. You should have seen my poor Shoe Zoners, sodden the whole way through; it was a sad sight indeed. But I can't much complain: I now have my very first pair of Converse, which makes me cool! Right? I'll tell you what is cool, though, and that's that they cost a mere £20. Aw yeah.

In the end we spent upwards of two and a half hours on the subway, having gone the wrong direction a number of times and in the end resolving that it was simply less hassle to just go the full loop round. It is now 1.30am, and we've not been back that long. But the fact that the trains were still running at that hour is praiseworthy, as is our new Korean friend who wanted to ask us about why we came to Korea. You wouldn't get many Japanese people doing that, I don't think; I'd certainly have real difficulty mustering up the courage.

Tomorrow is the DMZ, honest so another early start. Expect lots of pictures of stuff that isn't North Korea. Other plans include the evening service at the world's largest church. After that, though, it's back home to Kyoto on Friday, and one early flight.

Thanks for reading. This time it may really be my last.

*****

秋のアニメシーゾンはもうすぐ終わります。残念ですよね？確かに、面白いと思うシリーズが三つぐらいだけあるけれども、バントラーの終わりを楽しむつもりです。そして、「こばと」もおもしろかったから、最後のエピソードを見たいです。

ピート、がんばります！！

Two Halves - Same Coin, part 3

Okay, I'll admit it, we didn't do a great deal today. Over half of the day was spent searching for the flipping USO, a problem which could have been solved a great deal faster if Seoul only had one Outback Steak Restaurant, and not three. THREE!! How many do you need?!

So, let's do this one step at a time.

I woke up at an okay-ish time of 10, yet waited around for 2 hours for Bill and Ben to wake up and get ready to go. In that time I researched our biggest and most dramatic plan for the week: visiting the DeMilitarised Zone (the 'DMZ') on the border between North and South Korea. After attempting to call the USO, the company the runs the cheapest and widely regarded as 'best' tours, and getting an angry Korean voice instead, we set off to search for it ourselves. Breakfast (in a way) at Dunkin' Donuts and then off the the City Hall where the maps said it should be. Only it wasn't, obviously, because there are too many Outback Steak Houses in Seoul. In the end we asked at one of the multitude of Tourist Information booths around Myeong-dong and were off to Itaewon (self-described tourist trap) where we managed to find it without much hassle. Really nice place, the USO, with massive leather chairs and a big screen that shows CNN and stuff. The staff were ace as well, though it didn't change the fact that you need to reserve about a month in advance rather than a couple of days.

On our way to Itaewon proper to grab dinner we passed the Korean War Museum. It struck home, I guess, just how little I know about these two countries and what they went through, and I have since decided to learn all I can about what happened. The Museum, though we didn't go in, is a very impressive building, and even without going in there's a massive amount to see.

We moved on, as we were famished by this point, to Itaewon. The sight of so many classic foreign chains on one street was pretty mind-blowing, I can assure you, but we silently agreed to attempt to be more adventurous and ended up in Curry Town. We, and nobody else, not one soul. It seems Koreans must eat dinner later than we western infidels, as from when we arrived at 6 to when we left at 7 not a single person came into the shop. I had a fish masala, incidentally, which was super-nice but for the mountains of bones I had to extract from it.

Then we went across the road for dessert, to a little pie shop run by a Frenchman pretending to be an American. Good prices and incredible pies on sale, there, and milk that didn't taste like Japanese milk.

Ooooooooooh.

Eh?

Anyway, by then it was snowing, and we headed off to the alleged Tourist Information booth in Itaewon to seek out DMZ tours that weren't full up. And that's literally all we had to ask for. We're on the tour tomorrow. Incredible. There were slight hiccups involving a supposed 'Dress code' which stated no denim, but according to the tour guides on the phone it wouldn't matter so long as they "didn't have holes in them". Well, whatever they say. They'll be the ones keeping us out of firing range, after all. Another thing they mentioned was that one of the tour spots (which include war bridges, monuments and, most impressively, North Korea itself) would not be available due to "military troubles". Sounds exciting, huh?

On the way home we checked out a massive book store near the palace. Mark got a Rachmaninov CD, Steph got some CDs of some Korean prettyboys, and I got 5cm per Second. I tell you, cheap-tastic this country is. Cheap as chips.

Need to be at a certain hotel at 9am tomorrow, which may not be possible for Tweedledum and Tweedledee, so I may get some sleep. That or stay up aaaaaaall night beefing up Ushiro the Venusaur, which is also possible.

This may well be the last entry I make, so thanks for reading.

*****

あぁ、腹減った！！ダンキンドーナツのキムチクロケを食べたい！

以上！

Two Halves - Same Coin, part 2

Today's adventure began with breakfast: a nostalgic trip to Dunkin' Donuts right near our local bus and subway station. The selection is pretty, actually very alarming, with cheese and garlic doughnuts alongside the more traditional iced ones. Cheese doughnuts are an unusual taste, I'm sure you can guess, and not one I really got used to, but it was the experience that counted. From there it was off to the palace, or so we thought.

Due to feeling financially vulnerable, we decided to head there on foot, about 5 kilometres of Seoul's charming skyscraper forest, in an attempt to save money. It shall not be my fondest memory of the city, let me tell you. Street after street of concrete, noisy drivers, incomprehensible signs and construction works. Ooh, were there a lot of those.

Fortunately it was not the only side that Seoul had to offer, and having reached the City Hall and acquired a map or ten we finally got through to classmate Miji, who with her infinite kindness and compassion decided to show us around her city. From Meong-dong, a bustling shopping street, we headed towards the mountains in south of the city and the many monuments, museums and embassies that were situated there.

By this point we had forgotten about lunch and were feeling pretty hungry, so Miji took us to a secluded little eatery near the war memorial, a place that served almost exclusively vegetarian food. It was nice to have choice. My meal was soba noodles with 'bibim', vegetables in spicy kimchi sauce, and was exquisite. We also partook of Korean spirits before leaving, and thanks to my two years of training I was able to impress the Koreans in that department.

By this point it was getting pretty dark, so we went down to the picturesque riverside (site of nonsensical monster movie The Host) for a stroll. It was intensely cold, but the view was pretty spectacular.

It may not sound like we've had a very full day, but I can tell you now it felt like at least a week's worth of stuff. All that walking, all those monuments. And only 10,000 won spent. Result.

Thanks for reading. More again tomorrow.

*****

韓国人は優しいですね。ミジさんとソールを歩いていて、時々道を知らなくて人を聞くけど、いつもその人は優しかったです。そして、帰るあいだにパンやに行って、無料なクリームパッフをいただきました！本当に優しいですね！