These were some of the stories that I didn't remember until I started talking about the trip to some friends. The first two relate to our hotel. So Amber and I were sitting in our room watching TV when she asked me to throw her the hotel book. She was trying to looking something up, when she started to realize that the "handbook" was written like some sort of government document. It had all sorts of rules and regulations done like you would see a bill in Congress (section 1, article 3, line 6 type). The rules were pretty standard until you got to the section that covered ways of being refused service from the hotel. One such way was to bring in food and try to cook it yourself in one of the rooms... that be a stretch since there was no stove or cook top, but still, we all know that people have used lighters and propane tanks to cook ramen before. Our favorite rule by far was the fact that you could be turned down a stay at the hotel if there was bad weather, a natural disaster, or an "Act of God". I think its the first time I have ever seen the term "act of God" written in a manual of rules.
The next story is both funny and kind of bizarrely sick also. When you got up to the 9th floor where we were staying, there were two hallways, one that led to our room, and then the opposite hall that led to more rooms. Well, early one morning I heard a whole bunch of pounding and the sound of a drill. I thought nothing of it after that and ignored it until we got back to the hotel around 7 pm that night. It turns out, that the hotel had actually built a set of doors that blocked off the other hallway -- when we got back to our floor we realized that there were doors there now, and that they were half open. Well, obviously out of curiosity, we peered down the hall and saw a whole bunch of Korea businessmen with fancy suits at the new "penthouse" wing. These men were being ushered into one of the rooms while a young Korean woman (maybe in her 20s) went and closed off the hallway. The whole time we heard loud voices and giggling women. We can't say for sure, but we are pretty certain that the hotel built a penthouse so that these businessmen could be visited by some Korean hookers... you don't see that very often in a hotel stay.
One of the other funny events to take place on the trip, was one night we were getting off the subway and decided to use the elevator to get to the surface. We got into the elevator, and then so did at least 9 other people... we were packed in there like anchovies in a can. Two more ladies decided to join the party, and by that time we had run out of room in the elevator. The doors closed, and the mechanical death box began to move upwards. We got roughly a foot off the ground when our steel coffin stopped moving and started back down. The elevator began beeping, and one of the old Korean men, pushed the two "newer" ladies off the elevator and yelled at them in Korea... my American translation of the entire event was this old guy saying, "goddamn it, bitches get off the elevator so we can leave"... I have no proof that he said that, but from his tone, I can tell you he wasn't a happy camper.
One final story had to do with two girls we saw in Seoul who definitely had some interesting clothing. The first young lady came sauntering down the street with some of the shortest shorts I have ever seen (mind you, it was 25 degrees out), makeup caked on her face, and overall just dressed like, if I may quote Amber, "a hoochie". Come to think of it, she may have been one of the "working girls" attached to that business convention...
The other fashion disaster was more comical. On our way to the KTX station to return home, we saw this girl walking the street with a young man. The girl was dressed rather nicely, except for the fact that she had a short jacket on and you could not see the bottom of her skirt. You could only see her legs. In fact, when she started walking, her jacket would part and you could still not see her skirt, but instead could see the tops of her thigh-highs... Amber and I are still not sure if she just was wearing the smallest skirt in recorded history or if she was actually walking around without a bottom on. Did I mention it was still below 30 degrees out?
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