Conjuror of Congees Kimchi

Poor Me.

Having barely recovered from North American Jet-Lag, I headed straight into a sinus infection, then...WHAM! (no, not George Michael and the other guy)..
Office Martinet decides that Pepper and I need to help out some Korean tech writer. So with barely two day's notice, here I am...
OOps! Wrong pic. That's Bucky (black) and Otterboy chowing down on fresh kibble.

Let's try that again. "..here I am".. Ah! Nice 'living room' in Stay 7 Suwon, in Suwon, Korea. Other than empty shelving and and a desk area strikingly similar in its spartan starkness, this is it.
I have a nice little kitchenette, with another desk. But at least this apartment has non-stick cookware. but no knives of any sort. For my alert readers, yes, the pictures are bigger. This is purely for my other readers who have complained that the earlier pics were too small, and they didn't realise that clicking on a pic gives you a niiiiice biiiiiiig pic.

My first night was uneventful, just a little weird - went to the Outback Steakhouse. Huge Language barrier. Fortunately, they had a young-Bruce-Lee like person who spoke a smattering of English, enough to take our order, and give Pepper a doggy bag for a huge plate of pasta she couldn't finish.

The next morning, before being carted off to work (that's a story for tomorrow), Pepper and I initiated our Coffee Quest (yes, the serviced apartment serves breakfast, but their coffee is like dirty water).
Finally found a coffee joint that opened at 7.30 am... but all open and lit, but no one around. We could have gone behind the counter and made our own coffees, but we were too civilised.

One fresh-faced Korean Maiden eventually strolled in, and set about S-l-o-w-l-y setting up shop. While we were standing in front of the counter, waiting for to apologize for showing up late, and to take our orders for coffee. No Such Luck.

After half an hour of watching her putter around behind the counter doing ritualistic coffee things (she was obviously a trained minion, but not a devotee), nothing happened. She continued ignoring us, and continued heating up mysterious containers of steaming liquid, and washing dishcloths in the basin. We left in disgust. No eye contact, nothing. So Thank You Tuck's Espresso, for wasting our time, and congratulations on losing our custom!

More on better joints, next post!