Chronic took an economy class seat with Korean Air to Seoul. The Korean lady on its left was very friendly and insisted on giving Chronic a bag to take through Korean customs. What a generous lady. No one in England would be that kind, Chronic thought.
Of course, Chronic was not allowed a rubber glove search, due to internal searches requiring the tearing of the warrantee sticker.
Out the other side of customs, Chronic met a web chum. This web chum had moved to Seoul to over power a school full of powerful computers with the all fatal internet access.
The time shift from the flight was a substantial 9 hours. When Chronic arrived it was really ready for sleep. Chronic's host web chum was ready for some going out action, but a weary Chronic laid its head down and snored away for an hour.
Later that night, they took to the streets or rather "office blocks". All the shops and bars etc were inside office blocks and poor Chronic had to learn Korean tofigure out which sign meant beer. Soon they were swigging back the Seoul Bitter catching up on stolen experiences since they last met in Budapest.
Next door was an internet room. Hidden away on this, the 4th floor, were late night, spods of the Korean variety. Not as pale and spotty as the English counterparts.
They then moved onto a Soju bar, escorted by an internet fiend from 4th floor. He ordered the drinks and snacks of frozen raw tuna and refused to let the web chums pay. Fair enough, but later, after they had said their goodbyes to the friendly Korean, this internet fiend began to stalk them.
Into a 24/7 mini mart our web chums were followed, where the stalker bought the water and snacks they had selected. Out of the brightly lit shop they were followed and around the series of sky scraper corners the stalking continued. Until they took a left-hand turn at regular walking pace, then shot off as fast as drunkenly possible, through the remaining mazed route to the flat. The stalker was never seen again.
If you meet a male Korean wearing a girlie hair band, hide for your life !!
Chronic takes the Korean tube to Suwon, a bustling district of outer Seoul.
Piccie 1: As it cautiously steps out of the above-ground tube station, it sees that the streets, pavements and buildings are as busy as central Seoul. The neon advertising panels cover the office blocks even an hour out of the centre.
Piccie 2: A secret (!!) gate to a hidden temple !!
Piccie 3: A part of the more used (!!) gentleman's quarters.
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Chronic goes out on the town at night.
Piccie 1: Chronic is firstly jumped by 3 Fat Ladies. Each sporting the latest in this season's roomy swimwear.
Piccie 2: Then Chronic is shown how to prepare a Kalbi meal. Cutting pork with scissors over hot coals burning a hole through the ankle high table.
Piccie 3: Close friend of Chronic folds lettuce leaf around tasty meat. What for ?? Don't ask me.
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Piccie 1: Korean, double-Dutch writings entitling this decorative royal hut.
Piccie 2: Very hidden pond in the secret royal garden.
Piccie 3: Autumnal entrance to the secret garden of Piwon.
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Piccie 1: Mel with head about to be sliced off by the colourful guards of the Tondaemun Royal Palace of the Choice Dynasty.
Piccie 2: Full view of the main entrance to the freezing palace grounds.
Piccie 3: Neck bending view of the typically decorative ceiling of a typical hall of this palace.
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Piccie 1: Some beautiful Korean writing in a part of the palace, built for royalty to pretend life in a poor person's existence.
Piccie 2: Part of the female servents' quarters.
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Piccie 1: A main street of Tongdaemon on a quiet afternoon, note the lack of traffic flowing under the minimal neon adverts.
Piccie 2: Fresh fish for sale in the Tongdaemon fish market.
Piccie 3: Tongdaemon Gate or East Gate to the city. Probably meant something years ago.
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