It's finally here people. The highly anticipated Korea trip from Feb 2019 which will include 10 days of fried chicken, freezing cold and Kl shenanigans. So grab some soju and follow our adventures in the land of kimchi.
We picked up where we left off in 2018, beginning with yet another chio bu pose for the blog's first official photo of 2019. This year's compilation video dunno will last how many hours.
Woots this time no need photoshop cause we took SQ for reals #richkidsofinstagram
Luckily i got to sit far far away from Kl or else whole journey no need to sleep. Yc was the poor sacrificial lamb who also ended up bunking with him in our airbnb.
Airline food always tastes like out-ration from the NS cookhouses.
But woohoo they gave mini magnums for dessert. Always remember 饭后要刷牙.
As we had expected the throngs of shrieking Korean fangirls to receive us at Incheon airport, we hired a bodyguard to make sure we got to our airbnb safely.
Besides being intimidating and quite handsome, our driver was very professional and courteous. And yes, i had the urge to touch him when i was in the passenger seat.
For some of us, this was our first Korea trip since Japan is a far more attractive option but we finally gave it a chance to prove us wrong.
We had another welcome entourage in the form of Ck and Jl. If you are still confused by the Day 0 post, don't worry so are we.
By analysing Ck's rock hard nipple, we can deduce that the weather was around 2 degrees at the time of our arrival. We even got to see some light snow. Lucky us.
Sorting out our money and bestowed Jl with the honour of being our treasurer. She may whine and kpkb about it but we all know she secretly enjoys the responsibility (why else would she become a financial advisor?). We also had our first taste of Korean fried chicken from BHC which was dabao-ed by Kai Kai and Jia Jia. Not sure if it was because we were starving but it was fucking good bodoh.
That fucking tv in our living room almost prevented us from leaving the house. Good thing our hungry tummies prevailed and off we went to explore the bright lights of Myeongdong.
As expected, the streets were wet from the orgasms of young women wherever we went. MSE would like to take full responsibility and apologise for the mess we created.
To prevent a flooding of sex juices, we decided to duck into a restaurant and have our first official meal in Korea. And what better way to start than with Korean bbq at Wangbijib.
Korean beef aka hanwoo is jinja expensive at $40 for 150g.
That marbling though.. This cow must have been buibui when it was alive. We attempted to converse with "Anyeong, 7 people hanwoo set juseyo" hoping to impress the servers with our broken Korean but they just replied us in Chinese "七位份是吧". Shell shocked, we double checked our air tickets to make sure we flew to Seoul and not Shanghai.
Apparently, most part timers working in Myeongdong are from China, which explains why you keep hearing Chinese all around and why their service is impeccable (see Hai Di Lao). Still, we made sure to supervise them with eagle eyes to make sure they didn't fuck up our $40/150g meat.
Only service lacking is blowing the meat and feeding us to make us feel like kings and queen. You can see her gesturing for me to eat faster but since when 朕 need to listen to his subjects' orders? 放肆!
Ok enough of cosplaying Yanxi palace and back to the meat. Naturally, it was juicy and delicious but lacked the mindblowing factor, which is understandable after we spoiled our tastebuds with kobe beef.
Washing down the oily meal with banana milk which was really shiok. Like if a banana had D cup tits and you milked it, this would be the end product.
Just to make sure you could accurately capture my interpretation, i took 15mins out of my busy schedule to illustrate it into a picture for you.
This place really no joke is every woman's heaven and every guy's hell. Simi Mamonde la, A-Land la. I no gf but wait for them to shop for their gfs' stuff until almost die of boredom. 大嫂s pls 放过我们吧.
At least there were plenty of street food vendors, selling the "exciting" likes of tteokbokki, fishcakes and dumplings.
These dakkochi, which are essentially grilled chicken skewers were probably the best of the lot. Still lose to tori q tho.
I will say one thing about Myeongdong though, never seen so many chiobus gathered at one place in my entire life.
Because those tiny morsels of beef could not fill the stomachs of 6 boys going through puberty, we went for round 2 at Noona Hol Dak to break our chimaek hymen.
It's not chimaek without the maekju (beer). Grumpy Rea face because some guy called Edward Charles just messaged him for the 1000th time.
Hellos this one is chicken cutlet not Korean fried chicken leh. Who go 可爱鸡 dabao over here try to scam us??
Which brings us to the KPOP SONG OF THE DAY dedicated to this fried chicken outlet:
Anyway thanks for the 心心 Ck but don't so obvious later Casey jealous.
Since we already committed to 吃鸡鸡, there's no turning back now. I mean it was decent chicken, but like the final season of Game of Thrones, cutlet instead of proper drumsticks or wings just didn't feel right.
Either way, JJAN to a smooth trip ahead and hopefully none of us dying later during skiing.
Many hours and a hundred cosmetic shops later, we finally returned to our cosy apartment and called it a day. Holy shit being a cb zai nan in the middle of Myeongdong was like throwing a polar bear into the desert and trying to watch it survive. I'm so thankful that we will never ever have to go back there again..
- End of Day 1 -
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