This shall just be a very quick post due to a couple of factors: a) the exorbitant British Pound, and the fact that we cannot stop converting prices back to Australian dollars in our head and having a coronary attack every time we reach for my wallet and so cannot rationalise paying for internet access beyond 3 seconds duration; b) it is quite late here and our head feels like it shall fall off shortly.
What a whirlwind! It has only been a few days since departure, but it already feels like so much has happened that we feel that if we were to go home now, it would have been a fulfilling break already. But after that thought runs its course, we come to our senses and realise that there are many more moons to go before this trip is yet through!
So. Korea.
Disappointingly, VERY disappointingly, the flight on Asiana Airlines contained NO singing, magic tricks or string quartet performances. We were dismayed at their oversight, but soon forgot that when I watched the inflight Korean movie offering. "200 Pound Beauty" is an insightful movie about a young lady who wishes to become Korea's next singing sensation. However, she weighs about 200 pounds (100 kilos??) and is therefore grotesque and should be kept in a box as my interpretation of various cahacters' attitudes revealed. So in response, the 200-Pound-Beauty, Hana, decides to have full body plastic surgery, and after a few months emerges from her cocoon as a fully formed butterfly - the svelte singing lark, Jenny. Jenny takes Korea by storm, but the story wraps up with her having to reveal her true identity. Shock! Horror! What sort of culture worhsips youth and beauty like that! The shame! (Irony intended)
Watching that film on route from Australia to Korea put me in a certain frame of mind before entering the country. Upon landing, we ended up heading into town from 11pm to 5am and spent the entire night market and window shopping. Amongst the all-night throng of people, we stumbled across possibly the best Koren invention not yet released to the rest of the world. The chip-sausage surprise!
A sausage is skewered on a stick, and then is enveloped by golden crinkle-cut fries, all battered and fried to form one large ball of sausagey-chippy gloop.
Glorious I tell you. We ate ours in about 2.64 seconds flat.
And then as we scoffed one looking around we noticed that Koreans, in our
How was it so then that they had these tasty gloops of fat-on-a-stick on offer, and many people were similarly scoffing said gloop, and no one in our sight would have had to endure poor Hana's fate as in the 200-Pound Beauty??
Oh dear. As the seconds tick away, so do does my available internet access time! This shall continue later, including a photo of the Sausage-Chip-Batter-Surprise wonderment; an
Yours in pluralis majestatis,
EuroTrash
3 comments:
hilarious guys, i want a chip sausage, keep the updates coming in thick and strong so we can all live vicariously through you - sandy
Ha! Sounds like you're having a fabulous time already. And here I thought dagwood dogs were the epitome of the fried-things-on-sticks experience... how very parochial of me! Shelley
Ditto - I wants pics of the chip/sausage aswell. My guess is this dietry delight is a staple of the lulvy peoples that star on my favourite TV show "The Biggest Loser". In fact I think I have seen an ad on TV recently in which halo nips attests to the calorific advantages of the Chip/sausage combo. Bob Fossil
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