Some photos taken by a jet lagged mouse

I'm here! I made it, you guys! I'm not going to comment on the flying process too much because I didn't crash, I didn't meet a sexy neighbour who I'd eventually leave my husband for and also the plane food wasn't anything to write home about. All in all, it was a very tedious process that took 26 hours all together, and introduced me to such exotic locations as Frankfurt airport and the Shanghai airport which was completely deserted apart from me and a shit ton of merry Chinese army men. Altogether I had about five meals on those planes, and all were pretty disgusting. One served shrimp noodels for breakfast at my 3am. I watched four movies. I slept a total of an hour and a half. Moving on.

I had some really cute photos of our reunion but George said they were too personal for the internet. This is the face he pulled when I asked for his permission so here we go. I'll start with this one. 

After all my flying ordeals, I arrived safely to Busan! The weather was nice and sunny, the birds were singing, the drug dogs at the airport were sniffing. To my greatest surprise, my luggage had arrived safely. I was experiencing a bit of a come down from being hopped up on adrenaline for over a day, due to me despising flying with all my heart. Or not flying, airports mainly. So to have a little rest, I collected my luggage and sat in the arrivals lounge for two hours, watching Korean soap operas on a huge Samsung television with some middle aged aunties. During this time I was mentally going through everything I had packed and realised I had forgotten to pack any socks. Again. I have done this on two other occasions as well, once leading to a very manly holiday in Scotland wearing my boyfriend's socks for a week.

Once I had gathered enough energy, I got a taxi to my hotel, checked in, had a shower and then accidentally fell asleep. Then George came over, we were happily reunited and we went to explore the town center. 

George's favourite store.

I.. uh.. didn't really follow the message here.

Pretty happy. Because George bought me a doughnut. 

Riding the underground to the coach station. 

Next day (yesterday) we explored Busan some more, then took a coach to George's town, Gyeongju. After being constantly on the move for so long, jet lag was finally wearing me down so yesterday we just did my favourite activity: exploring grocery shops. I saw such delicacies as Hello Kitty poop toothpaste, bread, milk and apples. 

Today we went shopping but that's pretty uninteresting too. So blah blah, here's rest of the photos with some captions. 

On our way to town. George is carrying a local fashion accessary: the bin. 

The mission for the past two days has been to get all the stuff George still needs for the apartment. Luckily there's an awesome "one dollar store" in town and also adjoined to the local super market where we can get an abundance of cool and unnecessary stuff. Here I'm featured holding our new laundry basket. Peeking out is a balloon sword George got from a random man. It looked a helluva lot more like a cock, if you ask me..

Practicing using the camera and our bus etiquette. 

George had gone for a really distinctive and minimalistic look for his apartment so far: a look of a flat of a person who's just recently been released from jail or a mental institution. Apart from three taped up photographs on the cupboard door, he hadn't personalised the apartment at all. So here's my first feeble attempts of introducing him back into society: much needed big plates from Daiso- the dollar store, and my customisation of a fuck ugly and bright ceiling light. Origami paper also bought from the dollar store, but cranes unfortunately painstakingly folded my lil' ol' me.  

That's unfortunately all for now, as I'm still currently trying to get my sleepy self into the correct time zone. I've been very happily surprised by the sheer cheapness of everything, so in the next post I'll show you all some of the incredibly unnecessary but oh so cute shit I've bought! But for now, as they say in Korea: goodbye.