I know it's been another huge wait for a blog and pictures... but I hope this is worth it... :0)
A cup o'bugs... between the egg and caterpillar stage... or is it caterpillar and butterfly??? Does it even matter? It's still a cup of dead bugs... that you EAT!
And I ate one. Only one.
Look at my face and know why I only ate one.
The fruit juices here are MUCH tastier than bugs. But in Seoul they're way overpriced at 3,000 won. In our tiny fishing village of Gunsan you only pay 1,500 won for a freshly blended fruit and ice delight.
And then there's always the trusty pineapple on a stick. Trying not to get it on my white shirt. The tall guy is Tracy's husband.
Refreshing beer on the subway. Take that!
Namsan Seoul... where the cherry blossoms attract the entire Korean population to one sidewalk.
Me and my bodyguards.
Our faces and the cherry blossoms.
Trying to find the cherry blossom festival. Believe it or not, it's not actually that easy since it's just ONE SIDEWALK of trees! Still bummed that Gunsan managed to outshine a Seoul festival! But also proud of my little town on the Yellow Sea.
The only way we could get a picture of JUST the 3 of us was by climbing one of the cherry blossom trees.
We had to stay up there for awhile to make the most of it. It took some effort even getting up there.
Close up.
With our backs to the dirt park below us. Blocked by the beautiful cherry blossoms.
The coolest part is that these blooms only last a week or two before the wind begins to blow them off the trees. At the moment it looks like a mini snow storm around here...
Flower bush
More the tree than our bodies. The best part is Frag holding all our purses.
Climbing the tree.
The pretty cherry blossoms.
Looking out from our boat on our Han River Dinner Cruise...
Tracy's birthday flowers. I hate balloons and I was sitting right across from her. Stupid me, I told everyone my fear after a couple of glasses of wine and since they, too, had downed a couple of glasses they figured the funniest game ever would be to try and pop them near me. Made for a fantastic time on the outer deck. :0)
Of course every Han River boat cruise has a Korean belly dancer or two. Didn't you know that?
It would've been catastrophic if either Tracy or I fell backwards into that water.
On a boat.
Buffet and wine on a boat.
I was tricked into thinking this was a yummy lemon drop shot. Lo and behold, it was TEQUILA and lemon. You got me, Trace and Suzanne!
Down the hatch.
Here's where Trish and I realize we were duped.
At the hooka bar. It's a Korean fine art. And the flavors are endless. This was apple.
Lunch at Geckos.
At Wolfhounds.
Nope, he's not dead. Just napping. In the middle of the night on the side of the road while his wife sells french fry encrusted corndogs from the bed of the truck. yum yum.
With the stewardess on the way up to Seoul. First class, baby. It's only $7.50 more to take first class than economy, and the seats turn around up here. Plus there are vending machines that give you free water and soda crackers. For some reason that's the best part. Other than being allowed to drink Hite beer while you travel. Oh, we also got our own train car because Koreans don't like to talk AT ALL while underway in a train. Americans do. We compromised.
This picture was taken strictly for Grandaddy's viewing pleasure. This is me, in my own shoe heaven. Signed, Imelda Jr. :0)
