Summer in Seoul was dreadful. It was hot and sticky and I was sweating nonstop. This made me not want to leave the haven of my apartment where I had the AC on all day. But alas, it was summer vacation and I had one week to try to do something. Emphasis on try because leaving my apartment was torture.
I managed to go Incheon for a day. The train ride is a little over an hour and you bet I found all the air vents in the subway stations while waiting for it to come. I had the misfortune of sitting between three older people who had horrible breath and were constantly talking to each other and I moved to different car to escape from them.
So it was Chuseok six weeks ago and I am now coming around to writing about it. But let’s be real, my last post was a while ago. Good news is, I quit my Korean class (also sad news). I said I would self study but I haven’t yet. Now, I have too much free time and not enough money so I will try to write about some adventures.
Chuseok is the Korean equivalent of Thanksgiving, basically a harvest festival. They make and eat all this food but I only know about songpyeon…maybe I’ll explore that in another post.
The flights to Japan were “cheap” but I think during Chuseok it was the normal price. We decided to go and just walk around and eat and that was literally what we did. We also decided to just stay around Dotonburi because it was just two days and I didn’t want to pack too many things in this trip when we can just go back again.