Seoul Searching (I know its cliche, so sue me)

Greetings!

This is not Jasmine, lovable writer of a travelers blog that has lots of loyal family and friend readers. Instead you’re treated to the writing styles of Mykal, a lovable scamp with a heart as big as his amazing pecs (that is to say, I’m pretty ripped). In any case, Jasmine asked me to write about my experiences in South Korea, so if you’re reading this in Jasmine’s voice, just imagine in 3 octaves lower, and you’ve pretty much got me pegged. In any case, let’s begin.

Traveling to South Korea was not as traumatic as I’d imagined. You get on a plane and 15 hours later, you’re in a new country, surrounded by tiny people that will stop you on the street to tell you that you’re beautiful (this happened several times). My family and I had traveled to this lovely country in order to visit my sister, who was working hard teaching South Korean children how to speak like Americans. Upon witnessing the class, a few children looked my family and I up and down, which proved they were ready to work in the US.

Gwangjung is a lovely city, featuring lots of beautiful temples and agriculture that you may google at your own convenience. My favorite part of the city was scaling a mountain that many elderly people climb every day. This mountain path caused my much pain and discomfort, and upon seeing the older people literally skip up it, it made me wish I too was an 80 year old Korean woman.  Also the mountain was apparently prone to rock slides, which is also awesome and horrifying, knowing that when everyone shouts in Korean to, “watch out for the boulder,” I will most likely be crushed.

Seoul is a Mega-City, home to 10 million people. I fully expected to be occasionally seeing a fully armed Judge Dredd like character on a motorcycle riding around and dispensing freewheeling justice, but alas that didn’t happen. Instead, we took in museums, ate the local food, and saw so many beauty supply stores, you’d swear the national animal of South Korea would be a cow in full makeup.

The Demarcation Zone (DMZ) is also 2 km north and south of the North and South Korean border. It was an amazing experience, standing at the wall, looking across into a separate country, knowing they were probably watching me, judging me for not brushing my hair that morning. The DMZ is also known for several tunnels that lead into the South Korea; Tunnels that are so small and steep, they made me wish I was built more like Isaiah Thomas than Dwight Howard (See Again: Ripped). If you’ve never felt the imminent fear of decapitation while sight seeing, the DMZ is a place for you to experience.

I can’t say the food was so great in South Korea, but it is a cultural hub that takes in many amazing recipes from all over the world. A Turkish ice cream vendor was near my family’s hotel, and made a fool of me while I was reaching for the cone he prepared for me. I will not forget his face. He’s on my list.

In conclusion, South Korea is a beautiful country, full of mountains and wild underappreciated beauty that everyone should eventually experience. I cannot pretend the experience didn’t change me, as it caused me great pain to climb through it’s catacombs. I’m pretty sure I slipped a disc. However, if you’re looking for a wonderful country of wonderful people, South Korea is THE destination. A gentleman literally walked my family and I nearly 6 blocks to a taxi stand, just to make sure we made it there safely. The peoples were truly wonderful, and they once again complimented me all the time, so I dare say they are my actual favorite people.

Alright, I wrote this for Jasmine, so if you have any complaints, send them to her. She is far too trusting after all.


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