Kat is pretty gung ho about celebrating the holidays of our homeland. We missed out on Halloween, so it seemed that we should give Thanksgiving a try. We had our traditional Thanksgiving in Korea on a Friday night with three Canadians and we ate chicken. Some may say that wasn't Thanksgiving. I think it's a testament to our adaptability. We did have pumpkin pie.
The next day was Scott's birthday. We journeyed to the northern fringes of Seoul to feast and drink in mead hall we had rented out. The mead hall was more like a big transparent tent but it worked all the same. We had half a pig (really, half a pig) and stayed up into the wee hours of the night. A few weeks ago I watched the movie Beowulf and our feast reminded me of parts of the movie. For those of you who have never seen the movie nor read the tale, the monster, Grendel, is driven mad by the sounds of merriment in the town's hall. Grendel then comes down and slaughters the villagers. The sounds coming from our plastic tent were eerily similar, except we were blasting Classic Love Songs of Broadway (the only CD we could find). In any event, the Korean Grendel never attacked and we were free to go about our merry ways. Pics of merriment follow.