Seoul: No more numbering

Ok, I'm tired of numbering my days, because then I'd actually have to keep track of them and feel obligated to make a post every single day, besides, Blogger will list the date anyway.  So Yesterday I went to Meong-Dong, a super dense shopping area.  It was an impressive labyrinth of flashy merchandise.  Luckily I didn't get lost--I must have more Theseus in me than I thought.  There were hordes of people there, but oddly, it was a comfortable place to walk around.

I ventured out for dinner with 2 Irish guys and we ended up at this small place that was the Korean equivalent to a Medieval waffle house.  The menu was in Korean and it had no pictures, so we got what the other people in the restaurant were eating.  Much to my surprise, one of our dishes came with peanut butter. I nearly fainted.

Like the previous nights, we stayed out pretty late and mixed it up with some of the locals.  We can't really pontificate upon deep philosophical things because of the language barrier, but trading things like the 'elevator cheers' are no problem.

there are a lot of there. cool name. suave sign.

peanut butter!