Chicken Art.

Today was quite an interesting Saturday in Korea.

Michelle and I aimed to go up to Anguk station which is about an hour on the subway away. Quite a trip.

We went to the Korean Chicken Art Museum. Yes... chicken art. I wasn't sure what Chicken art implied... it was definitely the least interesting of the possible options. When we got there we paid 3,000 Won which is about 3 bucks in the US. We definitely overpaid. It was two small floors of just random chicken figurines. So strange. But... at least we snuck some interesting pictures.

Then we went to Myeong-dong for the original purpose of buying me some mittens for my super cold hands. I wanted some, but the guy wouldn't haggle the price with me and I like to haggle... so I didn't buy.

After this we stopped at Forever 21, which is always a mistake. We always spend too much time and too much money in the store. But I just can't resist the ability to buy pants there... I feel great when pants fit :)

We then decided that since we wanted to go to Itaewon for dinner and to go to the red door market... we should just take a taxi since it would be a lot quicker.

We got into a taxi and halfway through the trip the guy started rambling to us in Korean then he would get louder. He was apparently trying to get us to stop talking in English. He kept telling us "NO ENGLISH! NO ENGLISH!! YES KOREAN!" I was like "I don't know Korean.... and we are paying, what's the problem". Obviously he didn't know what we were saying. We started throwing random Korean phrases at him that we knew, including a really cheesy Korean pick-up line.

That last bit was probably a mistake on my part...

When we went to stop he had started to laugh at what we were saying and wanted to know our names... So I told him. He says to me "Katie..." then does the thumbs up sign and smiles real big. I was like "yea ok... sure". Then he does the international gesture for a phone and points at me and I said 'no'. And Michelle said the same. Then he asks for a piece of paper (obviously none of this is happening in english, I've just gotten really good at charades). I gave him one and he had written his phone number on it. Then as we are getting out of the cab he says "Katie...." and makes the phone signal again and smiles and points at me.

I was apparently being hit on by a Korean cab driver. So weird.

I don't know what he expects... If I called... he wouldn't know it was me and then what? We sit awkwardly on the phone talking in our own language and then nothing? No thanks.

Silly Koreans.

(Oh, then we went to the Red door black market place for western goods. I bought a lot of stuff, including Bisquick so I can make some pancakes tomorrow!! YAY!!!)