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It was another hot and sweaty one today. I’m getting tired of always being sticky. I had to go buy gifts to give to people in the States. I’m a regular Santa Claus this trip. I can’t believe all the stuff I’m carting home for people!
So I spent a lot of time on the bus again. Whenever I go out, I spend the majority of my time on public transportation. It’s such a drag, and such a waste of time. Sigh. Today, on the way to the shopping, this middle-aged guy couldn’t stop staring at my breasts. How annoying. At first he was just staring and every time I caught him he’d turn away. But then he’d turn his head again! There were no seats - the bus was quite full - so I felt a little trapped. When he started physically turning his whole body to face me, I uprooted and pushed my way to another spot. Soon after, a bunch of people got off and I was able to get a seat. Man! I was really angry at that guy.
So I shopped and it was good. I bought a lot of stuff and got to spend some time with Yvonne, who will be leaving Seoul for good in another month or so. I’m sad to see her go, but I also feel victorious at one of us having made it out of here. You know, like in M*A*S*H.
Last night, Dave and I were headed out to the trail to jog and do a little ajuma dodging. On the way through the park we see three old guys headed our way. Their skin is red and they aren’t walking so well. Two of them are holding hands and chatting up a storm. The third guy is waddling a bit over to the left. They’re drunk off their asses. We swing wide. I’m surprised by a fingernails-on-the-blackboard hacking sound and glance up at the three guys just in time to see the guy on the left cough up some puke green fluid that seemed oddly iridescent. I’m not kidding, it really glowed! Of course, the guy was so drunk that he walked right into the flow and it just landed all over his big ole pot belly. I felt ill, but held back the convulsions. Dave says, "Boy, I’m glad I looked away in time." Yeah, rub it in buddy. Then he adds, "That guy thought he was just gonna cough up a lung, but he hacked up his stomach instead." Hahahaha! I found this insanely hilarious. People are always hacking up lugees(?) and vomiting up their kimchee in the streets. It’s one of the more annoying and hazardous features of the culture. Old women and middle-to-old aged guys are notorious about it. You’ll be walking along and hear a deep guttural growl coming across the street. It sounds like an animal backed into a corner. Of course you turn to look and what you see is some old lady spitting a chunk into a hole in the sidewalk. It’s unbelievable that someone who can barely walk can achieve such accuracy and force projecting bodily fluids.
Just after the three stooges, I ran into Elvis. Of course, he’s Korean now. I was jogging along, and there he was! Side burns down to the jaw-line, big glasses, and tall hair. The only thing missing was his rhinestone leisure suit. The really weird thing about this siting is that I’d already had an Elvis siting earlier in the day. It’s no secret that ---
Two guys just tried to open the door to my apartment. I heard them pulling on the door. When they couldn’t get in, they rang the doorbell twice. Dave performs this ritual when he comes home, so naturally I thought it was him. Imagine my surprise when it wasn’t.
-- Ok, so it’s no secret that Elvis waits tables at the Dragon Hill Lodge on Yongsan main post. My friends and I had seen him earlier and even talked about how great Elvis was in his early days. Ever notice how all the impersonators ignore that period? What a weird coincidence to see two Elvis' in the same day. In Korea!
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