A few years ago, Christmas found me here.
It was sort of an impromptu trip, devised when we came across cheap train deals from Berlin.
The first night I arrived, I came across an open tank of massive fish on the sidewalk. They were huge and dark, and thrashing in the water – why was a tub of them sitting outside in the middle of the night?!
The next day I walked past men with cleavers at pop-up tables next to them, carving up the giant carp for Christmas dinners!
I can’t quite remember exactly how long I spent there – 3 days, or maybe 4 – but I remember the lights, the wreathes on old buildings, and the graffiti.
I didn’t think much of this one at the time, but future sleuthing led me here –
‘We saw each other on tram 22. Call me at 62…533. -Honza’
A real missed encounter? A clever ad? Or something else?
Old Town was gorgeous but oppressive, overrun with visitors and the businesses catering to them. Cheap souvenir shops, tour guides, tourist restaurants, and painfully slow-moving crowds…
But I still couldn’t deny how picturesque the city was.
A friend of mine has always wanted to visit, so I carried around a cut-out picture to make an Amelie-esque Christmas gift for her.
(and somehow roped others into it as well ;)
It got dark so early that most of my memories are submerged in the twilight hour, a dull blue shading on buildings and streets.
Christmas day was spent wandering the markets, and Christmas night at the hostel – there was a big communal dinner in the cellar, and I learned the hard way to never join a drinking game with Australians ;)
And while there may be no Christmas markets for me this year, or carp dinner or red wine waterfalls (hopefully), from me in Seoul to you where-ever – happy holidays!
(Und herzlich Willkommen an alle Deutsche und -sprecher – hab ja keine Ahnung, woher ihr kommt, aber ich hab schon gemerkt, dass es mehrere und mehrere von euch gibt :) Ihr könnt immer was auf Deutsch schreiben, wenn ihr wollt – hier wirds verstanden!)