Socks for Prancing

My sisters Jana and Cheryl have come to visit me. So far we have seen the Paper Museum (they have the most expensive paper there in the world, just so you know), E-Mart, Myong Dong, and eaten at many delicious restaurants. The Pan Asia Paper Museum (which is the official name of the Paper Museum) is more of a store than a museum, but I don't really mind. It's the paper I come to buy rather than the paper I come to see, if you know what I mean.

That (above) is us on the subway (I'm a big fan of the Seoul subway; it's very easy to use, pretty clean, and gets you where you need to go, all with minimal effort expended) going to Myong Dong. Jana is about to fall over. Not planned. Seriously.

After we got to Myong Dong, we walked around and realized that there were lots of socks to buy. So we did. Buy lots of socks, that is. Cheryl already had some awesome socks, socks for prancing.

Check those babies out. You can even see them in the dark. Observe the picture to the left. We are in the dark, but Cheryl's socks are quite distinctive nevertheless. The best part about the prancing socks is that only one person here in Korea looked at them askance.


I love the fashion in Asia. Everyone who can put anything on is a winner.

We bought long socks, furry socks, legging socks, socks for pimping, socks for growing into (they said even a pregnant lady could wear them); yea, Socks for All Occassions.

Here we are partying.

When we had partied sufficiently we became hungry and decided to try out a barbecue place. We decided to go there because there were lots of people waiting to go in and so we figured that it must be good if people waited to go there. It was good.

There were some Japanese tourists who heard us order and decided to get the same thing. I guess they really liked the sound of "cider." They saw the bottles come out and were quite taken with them. I think they were disappointed when they found out that cider is only carbinated lemon-lime soda and not booze. They don't know it yet, but we did them a favour.

After dinner we bought some street food called "ho dduk," which is fried dough filled with cinnamon. They are most delicious.

And to finish off our Korean party day, we did what all good Koreans do: sang karaoke till we dropped.