in the elevator, riding up to the observation deck of the N Seoul Tower
Shopping in the street market is more chaotic than Black Friday at the mall and it's just an everyday Tuesday afternoon. The streets are stuffed with merchandise and more stuffed with people buying that merchandise. I could only just stand and gawk. And draw. People were constantly peering over my shoulder or rather under my arm to see what exactly the six foot 'ang moh' (foreigner) was doing. So while mindy and her mom and aunt shopped, I hung out in the street watching the people and trying to figure out who had had plastic surgery and who hadn't. As simple of an experience as it was, it was mind boggling to witness.
Our feet sore from walking, we headed back to the hotel where I finished a couple of drawings and mindy began falling asleep. So we went for gelato instead. We ended up cruising around the street near our hotel. The spaces are covered with vendors selling all kinds of shit from useful to useless and poignant to pointless. Around our hotel the crowd seemed much younger, hipper, and more colorful. Loud music blasts from every other street stand or store. There are smells floating, tempting your taste buds. And a million distracting lights, colors and shapes flicker everywhere.
We ended up eating several different things, my favorite being a deep fried spiral cut potato on a stick. We stopped in a couple of different places to eat and by the time we were done the dark had settled down but the street was still pumping. I would say the phrase for today is 'sensory overload'. But wow.