Yesterday, while exploring Ihwa Mural Village, I ran into a whole other type of Korean meat, maybe best named Uncle’s Thing;-).
Ihwa-dong is situated near Naksan Park, against a hill, so exploring this small neighborhood involves a lot of climbing steep steps, descending in the parallel alley, climbing up along another alley and so forth. Quiet tiring.
At one point, I found myself at a high point on the edge of Naksan Park, overlooking the area below and catching my breath for a minute.
Behind me was a guy sitting on a bench, but I had not really paid attention to him. Until I turned around.
What the f*ck?!
OK, it did not quite look like this. This is what it actually looked like:
Out of decency I did not sketch his ‘thing’, but it was in his hand. With the other hand he was sign-languaging me to “Click his D*ck” (since I had my camera in my hand, like I always have), while shouting something like ‘tsjakkaaaa” non-stop. No idea what that meant, probably something like ‘Look!” or “Click!”.
No way, that I would do that nor would I even look at his pathetic sausage. (I am sticking to the theme here, as you can tell;-))
I immediately turned around and walked away, after which he kept following me, shouting ‘tsjakkaaaa’ all the time. It was beginning to become a bit creepy, but when I got near some houses he backed of.
Friday’s pork was nice, but yesterday’s Korean pig, because that’s clearly what he was, was no treat at all.
When was the last time you encountered a flasher? What did you do and how did you feel?
OMG!!! Well with all your travels this was bound to happen. Has it happened before?
I have had this happen far too often for my taste. Mostly in Italy and Portugal but also in London and Paris.
In Portugal it was some teenage kid that looked like he was mentally challenged. He was looking at my sister and I going to the bathroom at the beach. He was squatting in the window above us masturbating. When we saw he ran out and then chased us down the beach with his thing flying up and down in the air. Cray-zay!
When we were in Italy it happened so often we actually became bored with it. Is that another guy masturbating on the corner? Ah well…whatever. When we checked into one hostel we told the lady about it and she said, “oh is he there again?” Uh …yeah. Even very early on a Sunday morning across from a church a guy was out doing it. I thought it was an epidemic there.
Paris and London were worse because both times guys actually grabbed me. I was travelling on my own and one was on the crowded Champs Elysees and the other was on the crowded tube in London. I just brushed the guys away and hurried away. Pigs I tell you.
I don’t know why guys get such a thrill out of it.
I am glad that the guy wasn’t really crazy and tried to attack you or something. You should always carry an alarm or mace with you when you are out exploring on your own. Sad to say.
I loved your drawings of it! LOL Too funny.
I know that often we are just too shocked to respond and don’t really know how to react but it would have been hilarious if you pointed and then with your fingers made a sign like “tiny” and started to laugh. I wonder what the guy would have done then. Probably best you didn’t though. You never know just how crazy they are.
bisous
Suzanne
What a stories, Suzanne! It indeed sounds like an epidemic; not normal!!! And not funny at all to have been grabbed in two incidents:-(.
When I was in my twenties it happened a lot to me too. I have had more then my fair share of sexual harassment, including groping and worse.
I used to react as a scared little bird, till one day it apparently was too much. It happened in a quiet train in the Netherlands. I got so infuriated that as soon as the train stopped, I grabbed the guy and pushed him of the train. After which I went looking for the railroad police. I filed a report, some weeks later he was found, I identified him in a line up (he did this a lot, turned out) and he was sentenced.
The most sexual harassment happened to me on a Greek island, when I was there with a girlfriend. Crazyyyyy!
With this Korean guy my first response, together with surprise, was actually a laugh. Like: “Whaaat? Here? In this freezing cold?”. But I also realized we were all alone there, so that it was wise to get out of there asap.
Glad you liked my sketches;-)
I agree with Suzanne, it would be funny to say tiny, but it could be risky. And yes your drawings are very funny. And no it has never happened to me. Am I not pretty enough? Or just very lucky? LOL
Greetje
I agree with the both of you. I was all alone there, at least at that moment.
You lucky in that respect: definitely. Not pretty enough? Has nothing to do with it. I’m sure I could have been an 80-year old toothess woman and he would have done the same thing. In situations like this we are nothing more then an accidental object, being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I agree totally with Anja. This could happen to anyone that is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Believe me, I’d rather have skipped all those experiences. Even if they do make for funny stories later in life.
bisous
Suzanne
Oh my gosh! What an experience, I didn’t expect that when I clicked this post. I enjoyed your drawings, really nice! But that guy……..that’s nasty. Your choice of words was pretty funny 🙂 Still no female should have to deal with this situation, these men are really awful!
You are totally right. At first it was just a little shock and it was almost funny, but it soon turned more scary. Fortunately it ended soon and all good!