Our Top Three Awkward Travel Memories
Why yes, we are suckers for blogosphere relays- especially when prizes and our egos are at stake. Low Cost Holidays is asking bloggers to write a post about their top three travel memories. Not wanting to conform completely, we decided to write about some of our most awkward, albeit memorable, experiences from our travels. A big thanks to DJ, from The World of Deej, for throwing us into the melee. This one goes out to you.
Without further ado, our most awkward travel memories in no particular order.
Coming across sex toy vending machines in South Korea.
It was Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving) during our second year in South Korea. We decided that we needed to do something epic with our scarce holiday vacation days. With a few good friends in tow, we decided to take an epic road trip to the Demilitarized Zone. On day two, we were exhausted from all of the frivolity. We decided to catch a little sleep at a cheap love motel along our route. Upon entering our room, we noticed a circular bed, glow in the dark ceiling, and bookshelves stacked with porn. The most surprising additions to the hotel were probably the vending machines placed in every hallway. That was a first.
Condoms, dildos, and vibrators were just a few Korean won away. The most awkward part? Pairing our two non-romantic, opposite sex friends in the same room with pink fluorescent lights, and one round, vibrating bed.
Getting drunk with a Korean monk.
It all started with a mysterious e-mail. A Korean woman living in New York happened upon our Pohang videos and was thrilled that we were exploring her hometown. She told us that she had something that we absolutely had to film and sent us a list of clues to follow. “Go to Daewoo Tower and find a gold animal” was one of our tips. Needless to say, after a few weeks of searching, and multiple e-mails begging for her help, we finally stumbled across monk Mok-Sul.
Our meeting was awkward in itself. We followed directions to his temple high up in the hills outside of Pohang. He was in the middle of his chants when we clambered through the bushes. He invited us to stay for lunch and regaled us of stories from his travels all over the world. He was wearing his gray robes, which didn’t surprise me, but his brand new Nike shoes had me a little perplexed.
After our lunch he invited us down the mountain to meet up with his friend. We had feasted on the traditional vegetarian fare while at his temple, but our stomachs were already growling for more. Luckily, Mok-Sul knows friends in high places and led us to a nearby restaurant. I prepared myself for another meal of noodles and vegetables when I overheard (in my limited Korean) what sounded like soju and crab.
Yes, my friends. Monk Mok-Sul likes to dine on platters of crab and bottles of soju when not in the mountains (awkward because monks aren’t supposed to eat meat, drink, or hit on women… keep reading.). I’m not exaggerating when I say that we went through at least twenty bottles of soju. We have video proof of the aftermath and it’s not pretty. Monk Mok-Sul actually proposed to Chris’s mom who was visiting us at the time. They fed each other shots of soju with their arms intertwined. While it was an unexpected turn of events, it was definitely memorable.
Smoking hookah in a
hookah hooker bar in Bahrain.
Ah, Bahrain. You have my heart. Our spur of the moment trip to the tiny island off the coast of Saudi Arabia was one of our most memorable trips of all. Aside from training royal falcons, eating our weight in shwarmas, and experiencing Ashura, we also were able to fit in some time with new friends at a local hookah bar.
I thought it odd that all of the waitresses at the joint were women from the Philippines. They were dressed in pretty skimpy clothing considering the location. They were also extremely friendly to all of the men they were serving. The Ah-ha moment came as I saw one of them leave with a husky German patron. She’s not just serving hookah, she’s also servicing hookahs. The rest of the night was spent swapping stories and trying to figure out which women were “working” that night.
To be honest, the reason why we had to choose our top three awkward travel moments was because we’ve had too many incredible experiences. It’s extremely hard to narrow it down to only three. We hope you’ve enjoyed the post. To follow along on the rest of the rally, be sure to follow the twitter hashtag #TeamBLUE or #BloggerRelay. BOOM. We now pass the baton onto Evan and Tracy of Travels4Couples.com. We can’t wait to see their most memorable travel memories. Go get ’em!