Okay, so apologies for being a little slacker here the past few days. It felt like a whirlwind wrapping up in Tokyo and then moving on to Seoul, where I am now. First off, I would like to say that green-tea kit-kats (same inside, but instead of the chocolate coating it's this green-tea flavored frosting/coating) are unbelievably good and seriously addicting. Please. Cut. Me. Off. Well, after just one more... ;-p
Let's finish up Tokyo first. My last full day there I had some of the best meals I tasted in Tokyo. NOODLEFEST 2012, baby! I had learned my lesson about getting around with public transportation and left quite early for my afternoon meeting. Two extremely kind Australians explained the map system (you don't get precise addresses on streets like in the US and Europe. Instead, everything is in grids divided by district. Pretty confusing, even for natives.). So I found where I had to be a took a little stroll to get some lunch. I went where I saw the most people which ended up being a great idea. It was a shop that sold udon noodles, which are fat, delicious rice noodles. Nom nom nom. They-- like every noodle in Asia apparently-- are quite sloppy to eat. In fact, at noodle restaurants it's pretty standard to see disposable bibs on the table because when you slurp up the noodles you make quite a mess (and slurp is an understatement... American table manners are out the door, which is actually quite fun once you get over being self conscious about being so sloppy and slurpy). Anyhow, these noodles were housemade, simmering in a broth, and mixed with chicken, veggies (bok choy I believe), and a poached egg. You get a massive bowl and go to town. Oh I think I will dream of these for a long time. And because I'm sure you're curious, yes, I did in fact look really, really good in the bib. Almost too good.
The second meal that made my tummy so happy was fresh ramen! Not like the ramen we get in the US when our bank account is running scarily low. No, these are fresh noodles that are plumper than those aforementioned ones and they are topped with various veggies, meats, and eggs. The meal I got had pork roast, half of a hard-boiled egg, and some mushrooms. It's pretty cool at these noodle shops in that you pay before your meal at what is essentially a vending machine. It has buttons with Japanese writing describing the foods (or sometimes, if I was lucky, pictures), so you pick the one you want, deposit your money, get a ticket, and wait for your meal to be served. I didn't know any of the words on the machine, and the waiter didn't know much English/ how to describe each item to me, so I asked him what his favorite was, and that was that.
The next day-- my last one in Tokyo-- was pretty crazy. I had a great meeting at a school in the moorning, but the school itself was a bit farther than any of the others I'd visited, about an hour away. I was scheduled to get a bus to the airport at 12.10 so that was my deadline to get back, but at the train station on the way back things got rough for me. I was a few yen (essentially a few cents) short of a train ticket, so I went to use my ATM to get some money. Well it wouldn't work at the first two places I tried. So I went to some banks to exchange some US dollars. No good either. I tried to explain my situation in very slow, hand-gesture-accented English to a couple to bum the 4 yen I needed. No go. So that's where I started to freak out. No cab would accept credit card. I didn't know how I was going to get back, and then I'd miss my bus and be late to the airport and yadda yadda yadda, my mind went in a thousand directions. It really broke me down that nobody could understand me, and I was pretty stranded. I finally walked a little farther and tried another ATM and miraculously this one worked. I thought I would cry with joy. I caught the train, but was way late. I had missed my bus. So I checked with the concierge and the next bus was already booked full. Luckily, however, there was a last-minute cancellation, and I got on that bus and to the airport with plenty of time. I got so worked up when I got stranded though, it really shook me up and took awhile to get out of that antsy mindset.
Buuuuut then I got to Seoul and things turned around. My room got upgraded, so I am kindasorta living like a queen right now. I know it's a little dorky, but when you're living out of a suitcase, it feels SO good to have a good place to come back at the end of the day. More on Seoul in a bit!
love- court.