Super-Seoul

Following on from my trip home I went to Korea and met up with my mate from work, Simon. Simon would like very much for people to pronounce his name "Sigh-mon". He loves that. Anyways we went to Korea and hung out in Seoul for a few night, checked out the sights and gradually clocked up a list of the reasons Korea is better than Japan. Maybe it was our (my) J-hating ways at that particular point in time, but it seems like I was adding something new to my love-list every 5 minutes. Some that are worth mentioning are:

1. People jumping the train barriers. Never in Japan. Never-ever.
2. People talking on their phones on the train. Never in Japan. Never-ever.
3. Strangers offering you a seat on the train. Never in Japan. Never-ever.
4. Krispy Kreme. Never in Japan. Never-ever.
5. Burger King. Never in Japan. Never-ever.
6. Consistently great coffee made with a real espresso machine by a real person. Never in Japan. Never-ever.
7. Riot police. Never in Japan. Never-ever.

You get the idea. Regardless of how ace Japan is (and I do love it). Moving on, we hit up the DMZ. Word on the street is that this is the De-Militarized Zone. Not to be confused with the Dissa-fucking-pointing Militarized Zone. Having been there I can understand how one might be confused with the other. But we got to pose with Korean soldiers. Love it.

Me and Sigh-mon with Kim Park something and Kim Park something-else.

Wants me.

North Korea. Boring.

Love this place. It's called Propaganda Town apparently and was built by the North Korean government in the DMZ to face the 1 single South Korean town in the DMZ. Turns out the whole place is fake. Noone lives there. Fake towns? Love it.

Keepin' on truckin', K-style.

A big wall and me.

Same big wall. Looked better before.

Eating boiled silk-worms. Manky as fuck. Total absolute dirty filth.

We accidentally ended up at the Olympic stadium. I was totally impressed. Really, truly. Don't know why. It was also manky. But it was and Olympic stadium none the less. Love it.

Love it.

Ridiculous.

Will was in Seoul the same time I was there so we got together and ate Mexican food and drank beer. Obviously.

A big stone thing in a big glass box in a cute little park.

On my last day we headed over to Something street in the city somewhere. Super cool, and really sexy. Also there was a guy there with an Ozzy-kebab store. I'm not even joking. He was seriously selling chicken doner kebabs with your choice of chilli sauce, bbq sauce, garlic sauce, tomato sauce. Someone had been spending way too much time in the bogan suburbs of Sydney and not quite enough time in Lebanon or Turkey or whatever genius country invented kebabs. Whatever, we got one anyway. And they were awesome.

Some cute red glove art.