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A couple of thoughts before I get to today's siteseeing in Seoul. You know how you hear people joke about seeing someone, usually a woman, walking along with toilet paper hanging out from her skirt like some sort of tail? (In fairness, a guy usually has it stuck to his shoe) I always assumed it was like an urban legend or something, I mean really, have you ever actually seen it? Well Alan and I are walking down the B Concourse in Hopkins and lo and behold, there's a woman right in front of us with a piece of toilet paper trailing behind her like a kite. I swear it was close to 3 ft long. I stared in disbelief, then looked at Alan like, do you see that? So I'm thinking, I can't let this poor woman walk through the airport like this.
I was going to write more tonight but I've been up for 30 hours now, including a good 9 hours of on-the-hoof siteseeing and I'm starting to crash pretty fast. I'll post some pics tomorrow to go along with the posting. Good nigh.......
I’ve tried posting this twice now and each time I hit “publish” unbeknownst to me I lost the internet connection and the posting that took me a good 30 minutes to prepare. God is that annoying. Each day you have to put $20 into the kitty to get a day’s worth of internet access at the hotel and if you don’t keep an eye on it your time will have expired while you’re working. So I’ll try this one last time.
Before I tell you about yesterday though let me share a little incident that seems to typify the Asian culture of modesty and deference. It’s now early Monday morning, about 6:00, and I just came back to my room from getting a coffee from the restaurant. One of the restaurant guys, dressed in a suit and carrying a tray of cream pitchers saw me from about 50 yards across the restaurant, practically ran over to me while still carrying the tray, apologized, apparently for not standing there anticipating my arrival, and greeted me good morning.
Back to yesterday. Sunday was similar in that I was up at 4:00AM after going to bed at about 9:00 and really had my heart set on an espresso. I asked the concierge if there was a Starbucks close by and she said there wasn’t and that even if there were it wouldn’t open until 9:00 anyway. I found it really hard to believe that there wouldn’t be a Starbucks, or something similar, close to a hotel like the Shilla much less that it wouldn’t open until 9:00.
So I left the hotel and after walking for about a mile or so I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. No Starbucks, or anything else for that matter. Furthermore, I very quickly realized that unless Alan was going to carry me on his back, it was going to be a very long day. My feet and calf muscles were absolutely killing me from Saturdays sightseeing. When I got back to the hotel I looked away from the concierge as I walked through the lobby knowing she’d be shaking her head over my total lack of trust. Yes, I know this is typical ‘me’.
I headed over to the restaurant and noticed on the menu that an espresso was $9.
At breakfast Alan and I talked about what we should do that day. We considered a tour to the DMZ, as in, the demilitarized zone that divides North and
So we map out the subway routes we need to take to get there and head off. The subway picture I took in this set was at a station where we had to change trains to get to the museum. By the way, Alan is truly a museum guy. And a train guy, too.
The next thing on the agenda was…the Korean War Museum. Actually I was fine with this. I had seen the Korean War Memorial in
As you can see from the pictures the museum has a lot of airplanes, helicopters, tanks, artillery and rockets on display outside along a wide causeway. It wasn’t unusual to see men posing in kind of jaunty way in front of the airplanes or tanks while their wives or girlfriends took their pictures. It was reminiscent of photographs from WWII where Army Aircorpmen posed next to their planes. Kids were playing on tanks, adults were laughing and posing for pictures. It was kind of strange. I mean, these guys weren’t in their 70’s, they were in their 30’s and 40’s. I doubt any man who actually fought in
It wasn’t until we got to the end of the memorial that I saw something that seemed to more accurately portray the reality of war. It was a very large bronze sculpture of people, military and civilian, who were touched by the war. But even then I had to wait to take some pictures until a father finished posing his very young son on one of the figures for a photograph. Like I said, weird.