Chingy at Club Prive in HK. Him + entourage have a weird thing for asian hair.
HK was way too humid. always sweating.
Mosquito bites all over legs since Malaysia. stupid sweet blood.
American travellers not representing their country very well.
Soju games in random bar with random korean people to avoid rowdy drunk slurring foreign tourists in club setting. (Maybe we’re getting old…)
karaoke bar with two levels per room. for example, you can climb up a ladder to the second floor (attic style) while passerbys watch you through a window if they so please…..weird.
always lost in translation. not many people here know how to speak english so we’ve resorted to pointing and sign language. all i know how to say is “hi”, “thank you”, “english”, and “1,2,3,4,5″ in korean. and “bitch” as well (which doesn’t help me). and edible/drinkable items: bibimbap, jabchae, kimchi, soju.
all the food is spicy. i’ve burnt some tastebuds off for sure. but we love it. thank god for anna and her mom for showing us the good stuff around.
Too much shopping being done and more to do. Loving the markets. $5 – $20 for shoes and clothes. what more can a girl ask for? (yes, i AM going broke – fast – even though the prices are cheap)
koreans love to use their umbrellas, rain or shine. it is ridiculous to us.
garbage cans are rare and the waste management system in Korea isn’t very good. thus it smells all the time.
street food is goooood. except that if we order without anna, we have no idea what we’re eating. and probably don’t want to know. slowly getting rounder.
going to attempt to NOT get lost when trying to get to the annual mud festival. it’s going to be messy, no doubt.