Cats

Apparently going to bed earlier does not really improve our mood for stepping out the door. But at least I get to have hot showers when I head into the bathroom. For everybody else, the shower does not appear to grant this favour and they must freeze. So watch out people ... I'm a shower whisperer!

Lunch today came in the form of going to a mall with something like 200 little food stalls. When we read about the place we thought: "Great, there must be something yummy in there." Once we finally found it (after passing a billion textile shops), we started wondering what the difference was between all these shops, they all seemed to serve the same goop, buþthey were all very good at pointing out þe free seats they had for you to eat with them. The one good thing: the seats were heated. That wasn't enough incentive to eat something though, especially when my companions ordered and I got ignored to the point of the person refusing to look at me.

This trend of having many shops serving exactly the same grouped together seems to happen all over Seoul. Like when we found ourselves in the old Washing machine district. I do slightly wonder what the reasoning would be behind something like this. For example, if one of the 200 food places mentioned previously (and no, that number is not an exaguration) would have served something like a Ramen soup or burgers, I would expect the place to make an absolute killing, if only because it gives people variety.

A surprising traditional Korean food though is apparently deep fried chicken. As our friend stated, Koreans must eat this at least once a week. It would explain the things you find on the Menu at Korean food places back home, but logic fails me a little at this point. Maybe that is the Korean definition of variety coming from the identical food served by the 200.

In a previous entry when I was in Croatia, I mentioned that if you wanted a good Crêpe you had to go to France. Well I've changed my mind. The Crepe place I found served exactly one type. With Nutella, Banana, and Corn Flakes. My stomach regrets ever knowing me while the rest of me tells my stomach to shut up and be happy.

And I went to a cat café! I was picturing something closer to rolling around in a sea of cats walking over me, but that didn't really wipe the grin off my face as I chased different cats to cuddle. The cats kind of barely responded to you touching them, they seem to have been so used to Humans, but that certainly didn't stop their fur from being fluffy. The owner of the place was actually amazing to watch though, as the cats swarmed around him, and you could see him also very carefully looking after the cats. Certainly someone who truly loves their job.

Looking back on this article, it makes it look like today was about absolutely nothing else than food. Luckily this wasn't actually the case, but I guess I needed to get it out of my system at some point. Possibly due to the dread of going to North Korea tomorrow. I wonder what kind of Crêpe they serve ...