Kiwi Pie and Fire in the hole
In the wee hours of Sunday morning I asked Hyun what he missed most about NZ. Without blinking he said “Pies and Kebabs”, and soon we had a cracking business venture to start in Seoul. As meat pies are as yet an unknown entity in Korea, we discussed the basics of opening a pie shop/cart in central Seoul, selling pies for 3,000won each ($3-4 NZ). We came up with names ‘Kiwi Pie’ and ‘Pie Buin’ (Korean for Madam) and fell asleep with the notion of doing research and a sample tasting in the next few weeks.
As we were too tired from walking around all day Saturday to trek the mountain we slept late Sunday and had brunch at a chinese place across from his house, arguing the whole time over the MSG content of our meal. Hyun rang Renee (my girlfriend) as he wanted to call her by her new name (‘Grenade’) and I had to explain to her the meaning of titty-massage as part of a bet (to which she wasn’t impressed but loved the name ‘Fire in the hole!’). The day before Hyun had continuosly asked me if my leg was ok, to which I jokingly replied ‘It will be with a titty-massage. Suffice to say we didn’t end up getting one and my leg healed on its own - there is no selling of female bodies in Korea FYI. Then it was on to play a game of four-ball, which is similar to snooker or pool, and home to meet his girlfriend. On entering the house I hid down the hallway and jumped out to scare her when she got a few feet away. It was classic. Hyun said he wanted some ‘private time’ so I bailed on a bus to the station to catch the train home.
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