Day 27 - World Cup Stadium, Failure, and an accidental night out...

Hmm, I think I'm going to have to be briefer, as Pat and Jim want to go and eat and I'm slowing them down...

Pat and I went on another adventure today, to the 2002 World Cup Stadium. We went on the promise that there would be little electric bikes for hire which we could zoom around on. After a long time searching, we failed to find such wonders, so instead we paid the princely sum of 1000 won (50p) for entry to the stadium, which we had entirely to ourselves. The 60,000 seat building was completely deserted, allowing us to wander freely around the stands, dressing rooms, meeting rooms etc. We ran out of the players tunnel, arms outstretched to an imaginary roaring crown, we mucked around on wheely chairs in the coaches debriefing office, pretended to shout at a non-existant team from the dugout, and generally dicked about and had loads of fun. Afterwards we wandered around to the other side and investigated the World Cup Park, which would have been lovely if it weren't for the enormous clouds of mosquitoes that followed us wherever we turned.

We got a call from Leo and Glenn, suggesting we meet for dinner in Honggik again, so we caught a cab (which got stuck in traffic for ages, making us half an hour late, oops) and went for a brilliant dinner which involved dipping thinly sliced frozen beef into a huge dish of spicy soup, along with veg, squid, prawns and a horrible new discovery which we have dubbed "sea-balls", to complement the earlier discovery of sea-knobs. Leo and I both tried them, and they were probably the worst thing I have tried in ages - when we bit into them, through the hard rubbery shell, we were greeted by a jet of tepid salt water, which was absolutely horrendous.

Later on Jim, Pat and I went out for one drink, and thought we'd investigate a new direction near our hostel. We went for a couple more and ended up in DD, which was completely empty, however the lady behind the bar told me I looked like a "Gucci Model", and said it was because of my hair. We left and went to another place, which had noone in it at all apart from the three girls behind the bar - one of whom was absolutely stunning, unbelievably so, and so, being the weak men we are, we stayed for a drink there too. This was very odd, for a few reasons - firstly because there was noone else there, secondly because The girls leant on the bar directly opposite us, meaning they were staring at us about 6 inches from our faces, thirdly because the owners were sitting in another part and kept sending us cuttlefish, nuts, fried chicken, of which they had a seemingly endless supply, and fourthly because they said Jim looked like Justin Timberlake, and Pat looked like David Beckham. Not a bad haul of compliments really, although I feel they may just have been not very good at telling us white folk apart...