Post number the 5

I can't believe that one week has gone past already ! Well it seems as though it has gone by lightnening fast which is definetely a good thing. I think. The weekend has been full of laughs, sleeping in, lounging about and merry moments so I was not looking forward to the waking up before the sun is up
and starting school today. Saturday has rainy, wet, miserable and cold. Everyone tried to sleep in but for some reason your brain only wants to sleep in on the week days, the days you have to get up early. But when it is confronted with the oppertunity of sleeping in on the weekends it decides to get up at the crack of dawn and will not reason with you. So at some point we all get up and crawl to the couch, curl up in our sleeping bags and switch on T.V, hopes high for something good to watch. As it's Saturday, we are treated to a breakfast which is not the usual cereal-soymilk but delicious, warm, milky oats.
Once Dad arrives home for lunch and laughs at us because we are still in our pijamas, we go on about how we watched silly, random youtube videos of talking cats ( HILARIOUS) lay on the couch and just did nothing. He then convinced us all to get off our buts and go to Okpo ( a little town just 30mis from our apartment) and browse around the shops. I have been meaning to make some slippers for my mom and so i convinced everyone into the fish market where the lady sells fake wool for exorbitant prices. The fish markets are quite sad but very interseting at the same time. There's lot of culture in a fish market. Local people bustling about, trying to get the best price for a bag of squid or a large octopus. There's people shouting into microphones, people pushing others out the way to get there first. It's all very amusing to watch but also fascinating . I mean, what meal can you make with a fish head and an octopus?The sad thing is all of sea creatures that the old woman sell in their red buckets. There's squid and octopus and 50 million types of fish and sea urchins and clams and mussels. There is also a  Korean sea squirt  that is orange and people here love it. Don't ask me what they use it for because I really don't know.
We are walking past all these stores, fish, fish, fish socks!! There will be about 5 different fish shops and then a shop selling only socks, socks that you have to wash at least 4 times before you get the fish smell out of them. But finally we come to the shop we are here for, I chose my wool carefully and take Dad with me when I ask how much they cost to show I mean business. It still costs an arm and a leg but I am happy and skip away carrying my bag of goodies.For dinner it was spaghetti while watching Gnomeo and Juliet. Life's good.




On Sunday we went out to Teong -Yeong to go up the cable car. Last time we went up, it was pouring and our cable car was making a weird 'beep, beep' sound which we had no idea what it meant. It was extremely busy and we we at the back of the line trying to get our tickets. Suddenly a big group of Koreans came up and stood so close to us we could fell them breathing on us. It's those awkward moments when you can't move forwards or backwards without smooshing the people surrounding you. We finally bought our tickets and then moved to another extraordinary long line which was right next to the stage and it seemed to be an open mic, so people were just coming up and singing. It wouldn't be so bad if we weren't standing right next to the speakers which must have been on ' high' because it felt like we were at a rock concert. A Korean singer comes up and starts screaming into the microphone and we are very glad when  the cable car security man  comes and calls us up the get in our car. The ride up the mountain is about 7-8 minutes long but seems longer to those who have a fear of it crashing down 7 kilometers  to the ground. Thankfully I only have a very acute fear of heights but my mom was not impressed. ' I want to get off now' 'This can't be over soon enough' ' Stop wiggling around!! Your make the car sway'. The rest of  us were having the time of our lives, laughing and pretending to sway the car side to side, and making jokes about how high we are above ground.
At the top of the mountain, there is a bunch of food and drink stalls and then a trail of stairs leading to the summit of the mountain. We try to walk up quickly but are caught behind a group of old people struggling up the stairs. With no way to squeeze around them we are forced to follow behind at their slow pace, stopping every now and then while they take 50 pictures in front of a particular flower. The top finally came , with a beautiful view of all the mountains, and little islands around us. We tried to found our home but it was too far around the corner for us to see. Dodging many Koreans trying to take pictures we were able to spot the route we took to came here. After looking around  for a while  we  made our way back to the cable cars. We arrived at the shops and were allowed to get a Churro ( dough covered in cinnamon sugar) each. Munching on those and waiting for the cable car we discussed how lucky we were it didn't rain and how beautiful it was.