Man, today was a wild ride in Seoul. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another day blasting away at some rusty old metal. But nah, Seoul had other plans for me.
So, I’m rollin’ outta my tiny apartment in Hongdae, right? Love that area. It’s got this crazy vibe, street art everywhere, and the coffee? Don’t even get me started. Anyway, I grab my gear and head to the job site. I’m blasting away, just me and my trusty abrasive blaster, when suddenly, BOOM! A freakin’ pigeon swoops down and lands right on my shoulder. Like, dude, what are you doing? I’m not a perch!
I freak out, flail my arms, and the blasted thing takes off, but not before leaving a little “gift” on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I’m covered in pigeon poop. Awesome start, right?
After that, I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about the last time I hit up Myeongdong. Man, the street food there is insane! Tteokbokki, hotteok, and those spicy rice cakes? I could eat my weight in that stuff. But here I am, blasting away, and all I can think about is food.
Then, outta nowhere, my boss shows up. He’s all like, “Yo, we gotta move to Gangnam.” Gangnam? Seriously? I’m in the middle of a job! But whatever, I pack up my stuff, and we head out.
Driving through the city, I’m just taking it all in. The neon lights, the hustle, the people everywhere. It’s like a movie. We hit up the main streets, and I’m just vibing. But then, traffic. Ugh. I’m stuck in this jam on Teheran-ro, and it’s like, come on! I could be blasting right now!
Finally, we get to Gangnam, and it’s a whole different world. Fancy shops, people in suits, and I’m just there in my work boots and a stained shirt. I feel like a fish outta water. But hey, I’m here to work, right?
We set up, and I’m back at it. But then, I see this street performer. He’s doing some insane dance moves, and I can’t help but stop and watch. I mean, this dude is killing it! I’m laughing, clapping, and then I realize I’m supposed to be working. Oops.
After a while, I get back to blasting, but I’m still thinking about that dancer. Like, how do people have that much energy? I’m just trying to survive the day!
Then, it happens. I’m blasting away, and I accidentally hit a water pipe. Water sprays everywhere! I’m soaked, and my boss is losing it. But honestly? I can’t stop laughing. It’s just too ridiculous.
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back to Hongdae, and I’m starving. I hit up my favorite street food stall. The lady knows me by now. I order a bunch of stuff, and she just laughs. “You again?” Yeah, me again!
I sit down, scarfing down food, and I can’t help but think about the day. It was chaotic, messy, and totally unexpected. But that’s Seoul for ya. It’s alive, it’s wild, and it keeps you on your toes.
As I finish my meal, I look around. The streets are buzzing, people are laughing, and I feel this weird sense of happiness. Yeah, today was a mess, but it was MY mess. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, here’s to more crazy days in Seoul. Bring it on!