The Scoben Takes South Korea - Day 5
We then came to our last day in Seoul. It was none other than to wrap it off with the Nami Island visit.
We started early, everything was well packed even the night before as we would be leaving Seoul from Nami island itself. We had our usual breakfast of rice and whatever packed food that we brought along from Malaysia, plus the kebab from the night before in Myeongdong. That kept us full. And in the cold, any food would tastes good.
The journey was much smoother. The journey took us more than 2 hours. It was on the Seoul countryside. As we were reaching the place, the weather was getting cooler. The lakes was seemed to be almost freezing we had secretly hope that it would finally snow.
And we finally reached. It was freezing the moment we stepped out. It was the only time that Naela had and gets to wear her winter suit. All this while, we only had her wear the fleece jacket. That was all. Wasted my RM140 for nothing. She's big now, and easily outgrow that suit.
We made our way to buy the entrance ticket. And the best thing was, we didn't even need to produce our passports in order to get in. This meant that, we could have just proceeded with our journey here the day before, which would save us a lot of time and we would have avoided the accident. But this is one of those moment that, be and it will. The incident just meant to happen. No matter how you plan your day to be, it just would. But I'm glad we took it well.
The journey to the island was via a ferry ride. A quick one. But we did enjoy our time taking photos here and there. The ferry had minimal seats with plenty of room for standing. This is normal in Korea, where you would be expected to walk more, stand more, be on your feet more.
As soon as we reached Nami Island, we were greeted with the familiar view. The entrance, the fire place, the trees. Everyone was excited. And cold. So the fireplace was very much sought after. And there were plenty of that throughout the place.
We reached quite early, so there was a decent and tolerable amount of crowd. As we made ourselves further inside, we bumped into other fellow Malaysians, who were surprised that we made our way there on our own, without any travel agent. And we bumped into a bunch of Chinese tourists (the Republic of China citizens) who were so excited about our kids. We could tell from their look and their conversation that they were amazed with the big family that we have. They were quite elderly, so gotten so excited with small kids were very much understandable.
We didn't have that much time to spare as we need to make our way back to Busan afterwards. But the nasi goncang restaurant is something that we were suggested to try, and so we did. It was the Drama Cafe, situated a little bit at the back. The food was given in some kind of container, where we were supposed to shake it before eating it. They even have some special glove to hold the container, as the container would be hot. The food was decent, and worth trying.
We then had to make our way back, sadly. That marked the final destination for us in Seoul. On the boat ride back, the Chinese tourists were also with us. And they used it well to further interrogate our kids. Qaisar was the one that they were very interested of. None of us speak in the other party's language. So it was very much an Ayam and Itik situation. We used hand gestures to describe how old were the kids. They offered oranges to them. They were definitely very excited. Now I wish that I should have taken some pic of that.
We thought of dropping by the French village. But since the time was very limited, and we know better now that it would be 8 hours journey back to Busan, we had no choice but to leave.
It was a very long and dry journey. Hubs were tired for the lack of rest. And I could't push him as well or I'll risk all of us getting into trouble. We had to make some stops here and there to let him nap. We used the downtime by exploring and playing around the rest area. We had our prayer either in the car or the rest area itself.
As if we were not tired enough from the early day and long journey back, we went to get some bingsu, in the cold. And for some Korean pastries, since besides coffee, Korea seems to known for its pastries as well. The next day would be a final day for us, so we had to use whatever we have left to ty to conclude our korean mission.
We made our way to buy the entrance ticket. And the best thing was, we didn't even need to produce our passports in order to get in. This meant that, we could have just proceeded with our journey here the day before, which would save us a lot of time and we would have avoided the accident. But this is one of those moment that, be and it will. The incident just meant to happen. No matter how you plan your day to be, it just would. But I'm glad we took it well.
The journey to the island was via a ferry ride. A quick one. But we did enjoy our time taking photos here and there. The ferry had minimal seats with plenty of room for standing. This is normal in Korea, where you would be expected to walk more, stand more, be on your feet more.
As soon as we reached Nami Island, we were greeted with the familiar view. The entrance, the fire place, the trees. Everyone was excited. And cold. So the fireplace was very much sought after. And there were plenty of that throughout the place.
We didn't have that much time to spare as we need to make our way back to Busan afterwards. But the nasi goncang restaurant is something that we were suggested to try, and so we did. It was the Drama Cafe, situated a little bit at the back. The food was given in some kind of container, where we were supposed to shake it before eating it. They even have some special glove to hold the container, as the container would be hot. The food was decent, and worth trying.
We thought of dropping by the French village. But since the time was very limited, and we know better now that it would be 8 hours journey back to Busan, we had no choice but to leave.
It was a very long and dry journey. Hubs were tired for the lack of rest. And I could't push him as well or I'll risk all of us getting into trouble. We had to make some stops here and there to let him nap. We used the downtime by exploring and playing around the rest area. We had our prayer either in the car or the rest area itself.
We finally made our way back safely to Busan, just after dark. We straight away went to get our dinner, at the restaurant that hubs had targetted since the first day. It was not a certified halal place, but the meat was confirmed to be slaughtered properly. There were few Malaysians when we were there as well. Ayah, as always, was good at trying out the local's food. And what he got was good one as well.
As if we were not tired enough from the early day and long journey back, we went to get some bingsu, in the cold. And for some Korean pastries, since besides coffee, Korea seems to known for its pastries as well. The next day would be a final day for us, so we had to use whatever we have left to ty to conclude our korean mission.
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