It took me until Sunday to really recover from this week. The Korean Government Trade Intensive Courses we do every so often are a byword for hell, I swear. 9am to 6pm teaching the same class is torturous; unfortunately we have round two next week. Im honestly not sure if I can cope with it, I guess theres only one way to find out
At least I made the most of Sunday. After a second good lie in of the weekend (which also followed a second very early night, I must be getting old ) Helena and I headed to Lotte World in South Seoul. Lotte World was most famous when we got here for being closed down, as someone died falling from a rollercoaster there, but under the (possible miss-held) belief that lightening wouldnt strike twice we thought it would make for a fun morning. Its basically like a small scale, indoor Disneyland that is conveniently located next to a shopping centre. The queues are spectacular over an hour for a 2-minute rollercoaster ride but the tacky atmosphere is surprisingly relaxing, and to their credit they do make an effort to entertain with live brass bands and fog machines. We only got three rides in the whole time, but even so, not a bad way to kill a Sunday morning.
Sunday evening was a strange one I had a photo shoot for the new magazine, who like to profile their writers in the front of each issue (the writing I love, but being photographed for the front is not something I enjoy). Having spent a frantic few minutes after Lotte World trying to find something vaguely decent to wear I came to the conclusion that I dont have anything (and that I need to spend more time doing washing) and spent a small fortune on decent clothes at the designer shops on the walkover. I never thought Id consider buying designer labels a worthwhile investment but the alternatives that werent in the wash were not good, and this magazine is national The photo shoot was held in Bling magazines owners garden. Note garden the only one Ive ever seen in Seoul, which is probably a fair indication of how successful the magazine has been. We spent the afternoon leaping around the place at the demands of the photographer, lying in odd shapes on the grass and generally doing things that will probably make us all look a little bit on the strange side in the magazine, but hey, Ill be getting published in it too, so cant complain! Afterwards the Bling office laid on a kind of welcome BBQ party for us, we all drank far too much vodka and orange for a Sunday night and talked over all the crazy stuff coming up over the next few weeks – I cant wait!
On Monday I had a break long enough to finally get round to doing a particular random Korean thing Ive been eyeing up for sometime: cupping. Cupping is a traditional Chinese medicine in which they use vacuum-sealed cups to bring bad blood to the surface of the back. Having enjoyed the rest of the weird delights of Koreas naked saunas (anyone with a very good memory might remember a blog entry on this a year back), I was taken into a back room with massage beds and told (or more shoved, really, as neither his English nor my Korean stretched to any more) to lie down and left for a few seconds while the guy went to get the cups. Each cup is placed gently in a different part of the back, you hear three taps and suddenly your skin is extremely taught around the inside of the cup. A very, very strange sensation. After 22 cups I actually felt fine, but then my what on earth would you call a man who cups people, a cupper? … added a final two over either of my kidneys and it was suddenly extremely painful. In fact quite similar to how I imagine it would feel to be punched there. 10 minutes (Ive been assured it was ten minute, it felt like several decades) later and the cups were removed. He polished off my treatment with an extremely painful back massage. The end results can be seen in the slightly worrying looking photograph attached to this entry. I really hope that fades, Im thinking of going to the beach next week and I think Ill be getting a few odd looks!
Back to the graft think of the money, think of the money
Random Aside: Beef advertising has become particularly prevalent in Seoul over the last few weeks. The theme seems to be any beef that wasnt made in America is wonderful. An amusing exploitation of the recent protests, Ive never seen so many happy-looking cows plastered around a city!