August 26, 2015
Ah, how I wish we had our cameras out at times like these! Though, I will say I did want to pull out our camera when our crazy neighbour trapped us, but I thought that you don’t mess with crazy, so I did nothing. The other moments were just too random to be able to record.
We’ve got a couple other stories we’d like to share here from our journeys around Canada and the US for our Meet Your Kimchi Tour, starting again with…NEW YORK!
Bless everyone’s hearts for bringing so many amazing gifts and pieces of art and letters for our events. We’d get a lot at these events. A whole lot. And, sadly, we didn’t have enough luggage space for all of it, but there’s no way we’d leave it behind! What we did, though, once we start flying from Houston onwards, was go to the post office and mail our packages back home. That way it felt like we had new fanmail to open when we got back to Korea! It was great!
I went to the post office in New York to mail out a large box. Woohoo! I went to the teller with the box, and they gave me a customs form to fill out. I brought the customs form over to the table behind me, put down my sunglasses, and realized I didn’t have a pen to fill out the customs form. I went back to the teller and asked for a pen. They pawed around for a few seconds before they kindly gave me one. I walked back tot eh table to fill out the form, and, voila, my sunglasses are no longer there. 30 seconds and, Kabam, stolen. Just like that. OH KOREA HOW YOU HAVE BROKEN ME! Something like that would never happen here. I just don’t have my old inherent mistrust of strangers anymore. Thank you Korea for being so nice, but dammit! I wish I remembered what it’s like in the rest of the world!
On to Chicago! I had a weird experience there that I want someone to verify for me. I went out to a bar by myself when Martina was napping. As I was sitting, two dudes walked up to me and asked me about my Apple Watch. We sparked up a conversation and just started shooting the shit. They were cool dudes. And they weren’t trying to hit on me! They were just nice. Then, outside of the bar, an old trolley pulled up. It was blaring dance music and was filled with nothing but women. The women inside were dancing to strobe lights and were drinking a lot. When the trolley stopped in front of our bar, around 12 of them got out of the trolley, all singing and cheering, and walked into our bar. I asked my new friends what this was all about. “Oh, it’s the Hoe Train” they said. Hoe Train? Did I hear that right? At first I thought it was a memorial train for Doctor Ho, who donated trains to the city of Chicago. But, no, this was something that is supposedly common in Chicago. Hoe Trains. And there are lots of such trains. We saw many more that night, and the night after. Now, I’m not sure if they’re actually acknowledged as Hoe Trains. I just wanted to know what they were actually called. Chicago people: help me out here!
So that’s it for our silly stories! We’ve got a lot of pictures from our tour that we’re going to be uploading soon, but there are hundreds and making galleries out of them takes a while, so hold tight! We’ve got some good ones we’re gonna share. For now though, I hope you had a good laugh at our expense. If you’ve got a fun story to tell, we’d love to hear it. Traveling just isn’t the same unless something silly happens to you :D