There was a massive snowfall the whole day Saturday which left my motorbike under about four inches of it as a result. I had been staying over at my friend’s house due to me being sick and miserable. Even though we didn’t talk much it was good company. I saw on my Firefox browser add on that snow showers were due for Seoul and on Saturday afternoon I headed outside to see if it had started.
I hadn’t eaten all day, let me say. I had a cold, a sore throat but thankfully no sneezing, oh and a headache. I wasn’t feeling too sharp by any means. Usually my weekends are a great time to hang out with friends and spend my money, but today I couldn’t think about anything. Including food. I made it outside and it was snowing slightly, just enough to melt when it hit the ground, but enough so that you could walk and get some specks of white on your jacket. I walked up the street to buy an icecream. It was the only thing I could bear eating. I headed back and watched a movie.
Then, after the first icecream was so good I decided I needed another one, so I headed out again. This time, it was snowing heavily, if snow could actually be heavy. It’s simply amazing, we’re just a few days into Winter and already the weather here has thrown a little party for the new season. You can bet that when it comes around to the first of March the little flowers will be popping up and making people fall in love. It really happens on schedule here.
After my second icecream (I guess you might call that one lunch) I stayed inside for the rest of the night, until about 8am when we decided to go and eat some dinner. Is it strange to you that I might eat dinner at such a time? It does seem to invoke that response from people I confide this to. I wonder what does one call the third meal of the day. It consisted of delicious barbequed pork, dipped into a salty bean sauce, wrapped in a lettuce leaf along with rice and a couple of onions. In other words, a real meal. I was almost going to say a real man’s meal, but we can’t start talking about sauces other than tomato and lettuce leaves? Forget it. But it was a real meal and I’m calling it dinner.
The point of the matter is when we went outside to drive to the restaurant, the snow had melted on the ground enough to create a lovely layer of ice in odd little patches, fatal to the unwary. Also our car was buried under a mountain of snow. It took cautious steps around the outside of the car and a few buckets of warm water to convince the snow to take a hike. To make matters worse, the whole day today was bright and sunny, melting the snow enough to turn it to liquid which froze on the ground, creating more ice.
After dinner I went home to get some rest at my house. At the moment I am living in a hilly part of town. I know Seoul is pretty much made of hills, but my apartment in particular is, as it were, on the side of one. I was most cautious at 9am coming home and equally cautious at 10pm when I ventured out to get a coffee. I lost count of the almost-slipped-on-my-ass moments I had, but thankfully didn’t in fact end up horizontal. I was being careful, but every so often I’d see something interesting, like a cute girl for example, and not pay attention to where I was walking and then “whoa” my hands would go up, I’d do an impression of a drunk man falling backward through space and then I’d regain my composure. Then I would immediately pretend like I hadn’t just looked like a fool for half a second.
I have great respect for girls in heels who brave these conditions. Yes, I stare at nicely shaped legs out of respect. Really.
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