So I have been living in Seoul for 2 weeks now, halfway through my 4 week stint over here in the land of the low priced cosmetics, a whole new kind of pop-craziness and barbeque. There are a few things I have learnt.
Lost in Translation. There is not a single person who spell checks their English signs. Not even the government.
You need to know where you are going. All the taxi’s have signs on them saying “Free Interpretation service” – this clearly must mean dream interpretation, because none of them speak anything but Korean. Be sure to grab a taxi card from your hotel with your destination on it and a separate one with your return address.
Everything is spicy, everything. I am pretty sure there is chilli in the milk.
Koreans are crazy trendy. No matter how trendy you thought you were, you have nothing on the Korean women. They look like they stepped off a runway at the supermarket. I didn’t even bother and stuck with jeans and a t-shirt. All my clothes are covered with a giant puffa jacket anyway.
The paper products are amazing. I wish I brought a bigger suitcase, I want to bring all this gift-wrap home.
Coffee comes in one size, I love this. Although there is always the option of hot or cold. I have started having my herbal teas cold and I think this little trick will be coming home with me.
It is freezing outside and boiling inside. As I write this, it is 1C (30F) outside, but I am sitting in my room in shorts and a t-shirt (ok, im not actually wearing any shorts, I did not bring shorts to Seoul in winter – wish I had!). I have been wearing my puffa jacket to work, then immediately stripping down to a short sleeved top for wearing in the Hospital. It is crazy and I feel like I have had a constant cold.