I remember when I left the UK I thought to myself, 'mate your going to make the most amazing blog, witty yet informative, well written, slightly sarcastic, it'll be fantastic.' I've been here in South Korea 8 months now, and am only now beginning it, which kind of reflects my commitment to life in general, but hopefully it can keep at least someone up to date with what I'm doing. For those of you that know me I'm not the best email replier, tend not to reply to text messages, and only got a Facebook account when I moved to Korea.
That said, if you are unhappy with the style of writing, quality of jokes, or general lack of focus, please let me know. I will be happy to recommend blogs with all of the qualities detailed above.
I've lived here for 8 months, so I don't have all the amazing 'I've-just-got here-wow-look-at-that' stories. But I saw a woman walking down a street with a dog on her head. Stood up. On her head. These stories I will share.
Sticking tightly to the dog theme, I ate one last week. Now I know you probably think I stole it off that woman's head and ate that one. That would be inaccurate. Nor, was it an entire dog. But I did eat some of it, and you know what? It was OK!
My good friend, and possibly sole follower of this blog, we'll call him Mr Flymo, visited me. He arrived looking pretty exhausted, either from the 12 hour flight or the 12 hour complimentary drinks;
'hey, a beer.'
'sorry, we've run out.'
'Sir, you've had enough.'
This may have happened. I was too polite to ask. However, I looked at him and thought, 'My god, what this man needs is a tasty
Before we continue, not everyone in Korea eats dog. No where near everyone. You don't find it on regular menus in regular restaurants, and there's no way you'll order it by accident. The restaurants are quite tricky to find, and the one we went to only had dog dishes available. Koreans themselves are a bit embarrassed by it; apparently people only realised that they eat dog in 1988, coincidently the same year as the Olympics were held here. So it was either due to the new exposure of a traditionally isolated country, or dog eating became an Olympic Event. If the latter is true, 2012 is coming up. I'm in the ideal position to bring success to Team GB. I reckon with practice theres no reason why I can't eat, with training, like, 5 dogs in a single sitting.
Anyway, we arrive in the restaurant, and it looks like a normal Korean restaurant. And the people in here seem pretty normal. And the people who work in the restaurant seem normal. Where's the skinned dogs hanging from the roof in the kitchen? Where's the moist dog hair on the floor? We sit down and order ' 1 massive dog, please', if my memory serves me correctly. The lovely lady brings over a soup called Bosintang, and meat, the latter brought on a gas stove that cooks in front of us. And there it is. Sizzling away in front of us. 'Would you like some steak mate?'......
I not going to describe the feelings or tastes I experienced, that would be spoiling it for people who want to try. But I will say that if anyone is thinking of eating it, I would recommend it. Similarly, if you don't want to, don't. It's your choice!
It's not disgusting. It's just different. Korea is different. Anyone for 'steak'?;)