Seoul Man, Part II

I'm back on the very computer I used to post my first blog back in September - the "KT Plaza" in the Incheon International Airport.
Seoul was like a conveyor belt for me; it kept turning and turning, and I could hop on and off whenever I wanted. Yesterday, I abandoned my trip to the entirely massive Dongdaemon market (the density of people combined with the rain made for an impossible-to-win and endless game of umbrella duals with passersby). Instead, I retreated to my favourite area of the city, Insadong. Insadong is a bit like Kensington Market in Toronto: funky and chain-free. There, I drank the best cup of tea I've ever had (a homemade ginger, apple, and honey brew), and bought walnut cakes made before my eyes from a street vendor.
I ended up playing two gigs here. One was a surprisingly inspired open stage, where I accompanied Brenda (my kind host and fine singer-songwriter), and the "Korean John Denver" - a man who speaks almost no English, but can rattle off JD and Paul Simon songs like you wouldn't believe. Our official "gig" was a loud and brash affair, thanks to a rowdy but supportive English audience. I've never heard a crowd roar at the simple mention of "the 401".
Anyways, my flight is about to start boarding, and I should really track down some green tea...