Random walk, ends in a laugh riot

Ben and I had come up with a way to make our regular hikes in Seoul a little more exciting. Each station has a number allocated to them, so what we did was used those numbers to decide where to go. For the generation of our numbers we used a 12 sided dice. The results so far, have been based around the Han river. Something that we’d specifically been trying to get away from.

Jamwon wasn’t exactly close to the Han (nothing really is) but we did end up walking along it and along untrodden ground, and filling in the grey areas that of ground seen, but not covered per se.

I guess the more times I do this sort of thing, the more blasé I get about the whole process of taking photographs. I mean, nothing pegs out my weird-freak-o-meter any more. Walking through Jamwon we discovered it well established, with all the ammenities at hand.

I would have to say that crossing the two-tiered bridge (반포대교) was the most interesting part of the journey. It was colourfull, curved and unusual.

After crossing that bridge, we saw some cops trying to catch traffic violators on camera. So I caught them on my camera. I didn’t think they minded.

Onwards to Yongsan, and by my veto, we walked through some of the more delapidated areas. Ben told me that there had been some riots over surrendering real estate to developers. To which the government, sided with the developers resulting in a rather notable ruckus.

After reaching Yongsan we settled in for some beer sipping and snack munching, all the while fending off bums. This particular one had a shaved head, and perhaps was a monk. I say this because in all the time he worked the area where we sat he didn’t utter a word. To Ben and I, this situation wasn’t new, so we decided to play a game of statues. Ben cast his eyes down, while I naïvely gazed ahead. I had this silly smirk on my face, and the bum though not talking, used gestures amounting to motioning an outstretch palm about the place. The giggles became laughter, and soon the belly laughter was unstoppable. We were lucky that bum/ monk had since gone while Ben and I continued our lapse into insanity for about 5 minutes. Looking at us, Koreans must have perceived foreigners as a little bit stranger that day.

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2 Responses

  1. If that guy was a monk, then the god-squad tea cake on the train afterward was the Archbishop of Canterbury. He wasn’t wearing a grey duvet for a start, plus how many of the grey duvet brigade do you see bumming coins off anyone silly enough to sit down for longer than 5 seconds in train stations? The only money anyone should hand that follically-challenge fraudster should be of the sort that contains chocolate. No doubt he trades on this ambiguity to dupe the credulous public.

    ‘Is that a monk?’
    ‘Can’t be. He’s wearing a green anorak.’
    ‘What, monks can’t wear anoraks?’
    ‘Not green ones. When was that part of the uniform?’
    ‘We better give him some money.’
    ‘Just shut up and pretend to be a statue.’

    • Ambiguous as he was, Mr Slaphead obviously saves a lot on shampoo and conditioner.

      As far as generosity goes, I could have given him an empty onion ring packet. Vegetable oil has so many uses.

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