Or, When Idiocy Strikes Again
Camera troubles seem to be a recurring problem for me. First the battery dies when I leave the charger in the dorms, then the battery dies on me in the middle of a day trip, then I remember to charge the battery, take the camera with me, but forget to put the battery back in the camera. So there we have it, I have no pictures for today...
But I'm definitely not short on adventures today! (A wonder I still had some today, given how wiped out I felt early this morning...) Class felt like a drag, and I simply conked out for an hour afterwards...then got up again, watched a clip montage of movies (that weren't synced properly, I might add), and then somehow mustered up enough energy to go to a tea house in 인사동 (Insa-dong). It did revitalize me, somewhat--the cold teas of Jeongtong Dawon Tea House actually did wonders for the soul, even if my cold powdered green tea did get a little bitter near the bottom of the cup. I should've gone with either the citron tea (which I'm convinced is made from yuzu) or the omija tea (literally "five tastes", essentially a fruit punch of sorts). We were all addicted to the yugwa (유과), though, which are essentially sweetened rice puffs. A shame that they ran out of the rice cakes when we got there, though...
From the tea house, we ventured the streets of Insa-dong and did a little souvenir shopping. I managed to get myself a rather interesting t-shirt (with the design of King Sejong's first Hangul script, or something along those lines), as well as a pale pink necktie for my dad (or, if it doesn't suit him, me). Jackie and Caroline, who were giving me that extra bit of reassurance as to whether or not to buy it, thought it was the "manly pink" (their words, not mine).
We had a little amusement with the street vendors, one in particular who sold Turkish ice cream. He kept tricking Julie out of her cone, then pretending to drop it as he handed it to her (only for it to stay perfectly frozen onto his scooper-stick-thing). I'm not sure what he was saying to her after he finally let up and gave it to her, but the crux of the matter: she didn't know what the heck he was harassing her about, and I chased him off by simply saying "She doesn't speak Korean!" That shut him up, even if he was a little cheesed off.
Some more ambling around before we finally made our way back to E-dae, replenished our wallets with our latest meal disbursement, and headed for--what else?--a round of Korean barbeque. We thought we were getting a lot of food (two orders of bulgogi, two orders of kalbi, and an order of samgyupsal), although Hao-Hua decided he hadn't had enough and got a Big Mac (with fries!) afterwards. To be honest, it was the perfect amount for me...the table was a little too small to accommodate our group of five, though. At least we didn't smell nearly as bad as we would've, given that there was a...vacuum, for lack of a better term, that sits right above the grill and sucks most of the smoke up through it.
Tomorrow, we head for Jeolla-do and Kwangju. I promise to bring my camera this time, battery and all.
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