He Came, He Ate, He Bowed.....

Two weeks ago we had the illustrious honour of welcoming Mr. Alan North to South Korea. This was obviously extremely exciting, as he is a very good friend, and we would at long last get to witness his hippy hair.

I meticulously planned a fantastic first weekend in Korea for him, which is succintly described on North's blog, so I won't get into that crap here. More importantly, let's look at the best bow ever to grace this fair land.

After a delicious meal of dwaeji kalbi and copious amounts of beer and soju, we departed the restaurant, bidding a fond farewell to the friendly and attentive adjumma's who served us. All of a sudden, I felt a blast of air cut through this humid summer night, and turned around to be astonished at the maneouvre Northy had unleashed!

Not content with the normal, polite bow used in Korea, Northy had performed a procedure more reminiscent of those mentally ill people, forever hunched over looking for coins outside of nightclubs. It's difficult to portray the sheer exuberance of this bow through cartoon alone, so please try to imagine the almost aggressive enthusiasm which accompanied it!




If the crippling ninety degree angle wasn't enough, his legs were spread in a manner normally reserved for prison cells, and his arms were outstretched in an attempt to embarass the entire albatross population. Utter genius. However, I had imbibed a shocking amount of alcohol by this point, so this situation may have actually looked more like the next picture. I really can't be sure. Soju does funny things to you.


Also, the green stain is the seaweed soup that was drunkenly spilled earlier on. And.....he possibly wasn't wearing a pink shirt with yellow cuffs, but doesn't it look good.