No time for a long post this morning, so just a few strange things we've noticed since we've been here. A few oddities at restaurants: napkins are very hard to come by. If you get one at all, it's a tiny cocktail napkin. Same with drinking water. If you get any at all, it's in a very small cup. You never get forks. If you're lucky, you get a spoon. I'm terrible with chopsticks, and I don't know how you're supposed to eat a pancake with them, so I just sawed through it with my spoon. Lots of things are difficult to eat without a fork.
The hotel provides a shoe mitt. We have no idea what to do with it.
The bidet buttons are labeled in Korean, which I can read but not understand. There are little pictures of butts next to each one, which help you figure out if you're going to get blasted with water or air, but it's mostly just a crap shoot (pun intended). You just sit down and start pushing buttons and let your butt have a little surprise party.
This is the sign on our hotel door. It's not on anyone else's door; just ours. We have no idea what it means. We looked around our room, looking for a descending life line, but we haven't found one. Mike thinks if there's an emergency, everyone in the whole hotel is going to cram into our room for this mysterious life line and we're not going to be able to save them.
There are no top sheets on the beds in either hotel we've been in. There's the fitted sheet that you sleep on, but for covering, your only option is the big thick comforter or nothing.
I'm not posting a picture of the next two strange things, because they're disturbing. First, we saw a guy on a scooter, driving down the street last night, distributing porn. He was just tossing these flyers onto the street as he drove, so the whole street was littered with porn in his wake. Second, there's this one street where they torture animals brutally right in front of you and then offer them to you to eat. I watched a lady grab a live eel from a tank, set it on her wooden block, jam a pin between its eyes, cut it from head to tail, and rip its skin off. The poor skinless thing was still writhing on the block with its head pinned to it. Another lady took a live octopus out of a tank, played with it like she was putting on a puppet show, making it wave its tentacles at the people on the street, and then she pulled out this cleaver and just chopped it to pieces. It was gruesome.
When you get a pizza at home, it comes with garlic butter sauce. When you pizza in Korea, it comes with pickles.
When you get a pizza at home, it comes with garlic butter sauce. When you pizza in Korea, it comes with pickles.
Here's another thing: Where are all the trash cans in this country? I'm perpetually walking around carrying trash in my pockets, in my backpack, etc. because there's nowhere to put it. When we get back to the hotel room, I empty it all into our tiny hotel trash can, which is always full.
Cider in Korea has nothing to do with apples. It's Sprite. That was a shocker the first time.
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