I met my friend Peter this morning at Gupabal (구파발) to go to the shamanism museum (which we tried to visit a few weeks ago but it was closed). This time it was open and we went, though the founder/main proprietor wasn’t there, which I think disappointed Peter a little bit, since he’d met him before and had been impressed by him.
I’ll write more about the museum later, and maybe post some pictures or something, but for now, lacking time, I’ll just comment that afterward, Peter and I decided to have a quick lunch. We went into a Subway sandwich chain shop. These shops are not just ubiquitous in the US, but are becoming increasingly ubiquitous in Korea as well – there’s even one across the street from Karma.
Peter was very surprised when I announced that in fact this was the very first time I had visited a Subway restaurant in Korea. I don’t visit American brand fast food very often in Korea – I’ve only visited McDonalds twice, that I can recall, in the 10 years I’ve been here. It wasn’t habit even before I got the mouth cancer. And now there is even less reason to visit those types of places. It was fine to eat there, though sandwiches are bit challenging to eat for me, being a bit too dry and requiring a lot of tongue-gymnastics to bite off and chew, if you think about it. Not my strong points, these days. But I managed fine – I can manage anything, these days, in fact.
So if visiting a Korean Subway sandwich shop was on my bucket list, it’s taken care of now. After that, Peter went to his work and I went home. On the subway.
[daily log: walking, 8.5km]
Day: July 27, 2017
Caveat: Random Poem #60
(Poem #361 on new numbering scheme)
A cup on the edge of the counter. I'll wash it later this evening.