Kimchi, Blind Massage, Elevator Sickness, And Immigration Call Girls In S. Korea.
Dad non stop laughing: Issue... #28
ifOnlyi… I always remembered to be kind, honest, giving, and thoughtful. Keeping my word most of all, where would I have gone in my life journeys?
Now, we are flying from Taipei, Taiwan, to Seoul, Korea, and my Dad had arranged for me to be inside the cockpit on takeoff this time. Yahoo! Wow, that was awesome, big time.
The pressure and thrill of speed building up for lift-off were fantastic. Off we went into the blue skies on our way to Korea. Once back in my seat, Dad pulled out gifts for me to give the pilots as a thank-you. As he said, maybe they will see you again one day, and you’ll get to do it again.
SOUTH KOREA
One of THE FOUR Asian tigers— South Korea—once fascinated the economic world. From the early 1960s until the 1990s, they regularly achieved double-digit growth. A generation that had toiled as farmers and labourers watched their grandchildren become some of the most educated people on the planet. The tigers started by making cotton shirts, plastic flowers and black wigs. Before long, they were producing memory chips, laptops and equity derivatives.Once in Seoul, South Korea, there was something in the air—strong, powerful, potent, overwhelming, to be honest. Once I got into the hotel elevator, it hit me smack in the face.
I was ready to upchuck. Dad started laughing out loud. He couldn’t help himself; all he could do was laugh with the many people in the elevator. Once we got to our floor, I ran, shouting, “What is that smell?” Kimchi!!! You need to eat as much as you can immediately and get it into your system.
National Folk Museum of Korea is a national museum of South Korea, located within the grounds of the Gyeongbokgung Palace in Jongno-gu, Seoul, and uses replicas of historical objects to illustrate the history of traditional life of the Korean people.
As much as I was sick over the smell that pours out the people's pores, I actually enjoyed eating it, so I got that out of the way, no more shock. Now what, enjoy the streets but we were told that we could not bring any dates upstairs.
I got calls in my room: “Hello, is this Ollie?” This is so, and so I’m downstairs. Can you come down, please? WHAT, WHO, WHY HELP? So I called Dad's room, and he, of course, laughed again.
He said, “When you fill out the paperwork coming into the country, they ask for the name of the hotel you're staying in, and for how long; what they do is sell the information to these ladies so they can get into the hotels and take your money, son!” What a scam that was.
There were military-like guards standing by each floor elevator door, sitting and checking for the keys of each guest. There were large numbers of ladies of the night that would try and come upstairs. Dad asked me if I would like to have a message from professionals.
“Would you like the massage in your room or the downstairs salon?” he asked. I’m still 16, and I was okay with Dad’s suggestions; I should be! “Room, please,” I replied.
Next a knock on the door and I opened it to two people standing there with the massage table. Shocked and amazed and SCARED all at the same moment, I asked “Why two people?” One replied speaking English, '‘I needed to bring the masseur up as he is totally blind”.’
OMG! What am I about to get myself into? But what the hell, let's go. The lady opened the table and set it up for the Masseur, and I jumped on board for the treatment. I must admit, after many long years, I still remember the high level of message I was blessed with. He was Blind, but his senses were the best ever… Thank you!
Dad had his permanent hotel room in Seoul. He spent so much time there that he kept a full wardrobe and toiletries; when he wasn’t there, his room stayed empty and ready for his next visit, so he had the room available at any time. Is that cool or what, all the way back in the 70s? Today, it is more than likely unaffordable for sure.
He knew every trick in the locals' minds. There was one benefit during this visit. I got a three-piece custom-made suit measured three times to perfection done for me at the cost of $20 USD. These suits would cost hundreds of dollars back home. Ours were all custom-made directly by top tailors. Now that was cool. I wish it still fitted today.
Our special summer vacation came to an end. We were flying back to California for School and Chores, and I was starting to feel sick at the thought of what lay ahead.
ifOnlyi… short stories are published chronologically, and follow my life growing up in California from 4 years old. If you’ve just found me, the stories will come together when you start reading from….Issue #1
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