A stupid question with an obvious answer.
So, I went. I got into the subway station and headed to my neighborhood during my lunch break. Unfortunately, the office was closed when I got there, but I wanted to make sure that this trip out of my cool office and into the scorching pavements of Hannam-dong would serve its purpose.
I knocked on the glass door until somebody got irritated with the noise, stood up and welcomed me into her lunch break. Ha-ha-ha!
I was able to pay my debt, and the trip was a success. But with the heat and the hunger clocking in at noon, it was time to seek shelter and a meal.
The small restaurant in my block was an interesting option. I always pass this by as I make my turn home every time. Now, it's time to pay my respects.
I went in and ordered the less fatty from the menu: Japanese curry. A Japanese curry? Is this Japanese or Indian?
Well, it was curry and rice, and I could not tell whether it was created in Tokyo or New Delhi. Maybe it was created in Hannam-dong. Ha-ha-ha!
I didn't care. I was hungry, in a hurry and needed a cool room.
(the coffee artists)After I was done, I headed to my bus stop. But the cheaply priced iced cafe mocha (only KRW2,500!) from a cooperative coffee shop run by Korean ajummas looked like a sure complement to my confused curry lunch. I ordered and two middle-aged ladies, with their four hands, brainstormed just to create the iced masterpiece for me.
(iced cafe mocha, an R16 fan and a Nokia)And just in time for the bus, their debt-free, curry-full and coffee-holding customer got into the bus and rode back to earning a living....
(at the bus stop)