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Kitty and I stopped by to see Su Jung in her photo room, a space five feet wide where she was required to sit for an hour before the ceremony, smiling while the groom, her family, and friends streamed in and out, posing beside her as if she were a famous landmark. She looked radiant, of course—she had to get her smiling out of the way before the wedding, because if she smiled during the ceremony it was bad luck; it meant their first baby would be a girl. Even in the twenty-first century, in Korea a son is preferable to a daughter. This is the part of Korean weddings that makes me most uncomfortable.

You give cash, period. Kitty handed in our money and received two envelopes back. She gave me one. When we were seated on one of the bright pink chairs inside the room, I peeked in the envelope. It was the wedding rebate. Just after we sat down, the organ music began and people started gathering at the rear of the room, cramming together as if in a subway car. Meanwhile, guests from the three other weddings held on the same floor were milling about in the hallway, chatting and laughing loudly. The lights dimmed and everyone turned to the left side of the room. A white curtain slowly rose, revealing Su Jung and Woo Jin posed together on a plastic golden chariot; dry ice rolled from underneath.

This continued for about a minute ten seconds of which the couple was unseen as they passed behind a columnthen the chariot reached the end of the stream and the song was abruptly cut off. Meanwhile, at the front of the room, the bubble machine had been wheeled in and was pumping out bubbles at the speed of batting cage fastballs. The wedding march began and Woo Jin walked down the aisle. Sharing the aisle were the wedding hall assistants, two young women dressed as identical baton twirlers, large plumes on their hats sticking straight up in the air.

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As Woo Jin walked between them, they spun smartly on their heels and pointed the swords after him. Then they returned to their original position, raised their swords and repeated the routine as Su Jung walked between them. More clapping from the audience. Aside from the ceaseless chitchat in Married women in nampo room, the noise from the hallway no one ever bothered closing the doorsthe wedding assistants climbing all over the bride and groom to adjust their clothing and pat the sweat off their faces, and the fact that Su Jung was trying so hard not to smile she looked positively depressed, for the next few minutes the ceremony assumed the semblance of a normal western-style wedding.

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I was hoping to stay and see the traditional segment of the wedding, where Su Jung and Woo Jin would change into hanboks and the family would sit around a table on the floor while the newlyweds served them alcohol. The parents were to hand over envelopes containing large sums of money and the couple would hold a silk sash between them, into which the in-laws would toss chestnuts for good luck in bearing lots of children. But Kitty wanted to go spend our rebates on a nice lunch, so we said our farewells to the couple and went to a restaurant. Maybe he mistook our apartment for his house. Abby screamed, and the man bolted out the bedroom door. She and Jake chased him into the living room, where they discovered him trying to pull the sofa cushions out the front door.

Jake ran over, wrestled the cushions from his hands and ordered him to leave. Thursday Today was money changing day. Abby and I took the subway down to Nampodong this morning. And they were right there as always, those sweet old money ajumas, the famous black market ladies—five of them, perched on wooden stools in the alley beside the bank, smiling beatifically as if they were peddling homemade cookies or embroidered pillows rather than trading dirty money.

Abby chose to do business with the second ajuma in from the street, and I chose the third, an angelic-looking woman with a wizened, tequila-colored face and a mouth full of gold. While I squatted against the wall next to her, she unzipped her hip pouch and thumbed through thick stacks of money in various currencies. We haggled a bit, and at one point she pulled out her cell phone and called an automated exchange rate service to prove she was giving me a good deal. They serve cheap burgers, steaks and import beer, provide slot machines in the bar, and sell American candy, toothpaste, and Western Union money orders.

The final step was visiting the post office and sending the money orders home to our parents by three-day express mail, wrapped in newspapers. The list includes live squid, boiled silkworm larvae, cow intestines, grasshopper, blowfish soup the one that can kill youand whale. And today I added a seventh: I met Roach in Haeundae for lunch. He picked me up at the bus stop and asked if I was hungry. I said I was starving. Exactly how open-minded an American are you, Lavinia? Open-minded enough to try dog soup? After all, I thought, how could it be worse than eating whale, when I used to work for Greenpeace?

The boshintang restaurant was a small, narrow building on Dalmaji Hill the size and shape of a greenhouse with five rectangular tables low to the ground for floor seating. It was nearly full, but Roach was a regular and confidently ushered us to a table at the back. One side of the restaurant was lined with large dusty windows offering a decent view of the sea, so I chose a seat facing the windows and arranged myself on a floor mat, Xxx fucking in moron my legs under me while I checked out the place.

I think I was half-expecting to see a cartoon on the wall of a happy dog eating dog soup. After years of seeing cartoons on restaurant signs and windows depicting pigs eating pork and chickens feasting on drumsticks, it seemed the natural progression. As I was reading the menu on the wall, it occurred to me that foods most likely avoided at a Married women in nampo are usually Christian gamer dating ones that cost a fortune. One item on the menu was eighty-thousand won sixty-five dollars! I asked Roach what could possibly cost so much. Roach was obviously a believer, because as soon as we sat down he ordered a bottle of soju.

A friend of his was joining us for lunch, and as we waited for him, I asked Roach about the origin of eating dog—was it true that back when Korea was a famished country, dogs were eaten purely out of necessity because they served no purpose on the farm? While we waited for our food, we cracked open the soju. When the waitress brought our food, I was surprised—and perhaps even slightly disappointed—by how harmless it looked. Dwaejigukbap is nothing but a tangle of amputated pig limbs tossed into some broth with the odd hairy section overlooked and included.

This was a soup that deserved to look ugly. The junggol was an innocuous-looking stew made from vegetables and red pepper paste, which Roach and Yoon cooked between them on the table. My soobaek was delivered next. Talk about harmless, it belonged between two slices of Wonderbread. It came with chopped-up mint leaves and a sauce part soybean paste and part red pepper paste. And, guilty as I feel saying this, it was good. It tasted just like pork. They were rolling around, playing and fighting. Then their father picked up some meat with his metal chopsticks. Da Hee opened her mouth and he dropped the meat on her tongue. Then he did the same with her brother.

Roach and his friend both smiled. I know all this because I visited the fortune teller today—and as skeptical as I was going in, after sitting with this man for five minutes, I believed every word he said. In Korea there are two types of fortune tellers—Mudans Shamans who channel spiritsand Oriental philosophers who determine fate by your time of birth, to the minute. The latter is the type I visited. While we waited to see him, the receptionist informed us that the information he imparts is so accurate, he often receives large gifts from his clients, such as new cars.

The Jagalchi Market was a little more interesting. We wandered in by accident right around the time the sun was setting. This provided lovely mood lighting for all the wonderful and strange fish we saw people eating. Women wearing a lot rubber gloves, aprons and shoesknow as Jagalchi ajumas ajuma meaning a middle-aged or married woman tried to charm us as we passed by their stalls. They invited us to eat these weird things they were skinning eels and scaling in front of us. Having seen some pretty unique aquatic creatures in Tsukiji Market and Sai Kung in Hong Kong, I can say that some of the most unappetizing animals I have seen were in Busan.

I did admire those who could stomach it and who seemed to be enjoying the variety of fresh seafood available. But whether you choose to consume or not, Jagalchi Fish Market was one of the most eye-opening things I saw in Busan. If there was one just thing I wanted to do in Busan, it was to visit the Gamcheon Culture Village, so the next morning we made it a priority to go there. Was the idea and execution contrived? And finally, we could not write about Busan without mentioning the most famous beach in Korea: My husband and I had already Googled photos of this beach before visiting and we decided that lying there or trying to would be the wrong decision.

In August of7, parasols were counted along the 1. The umbrellas completely covered the sand. We wondered how often people got lost trying to find their spot again, or if they even enjoy themselves while sharing the sand withother beach-goers. There are alternatives though. At night local singers set up to serenade you along the boardwalk, and there are a variety of beach-facing pubs and coffee shops that look out onto the lights of the Gwangan Bridge. We also accomplished our mission of finding and eating bajirak kalguksu, handmade soft and chewy noodles with clams, a Busan specialty.

If Seoul is like Tokyo, then Busan would be Osaka. Be careful and watch out for your belongings. If you enjoy Korean food and culture and are looking for a quirky, kitschy place to visit, then Busan is where you get the familiar tastes of Seoul, but the edge and campiness of Osaka. The Deets Getting There: We thought we made the mistake of staying in the city around a minute taxi ride from most thingsbut in hindsight it turned out to be a good break from the crowds. If we were to visit Busan again, we would recommend areas and hotels like the The Westin in a quieter area of Haeunae, or even a local hotel in Nampo-Dong or Gwangalli Beach.

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