Gaelic Football and an Irish Pub.
I was invited by my awesome friend and next door neighbour to watch her game of gaelic football. It was the first time I saw this quite confusing but fun sport in my life. I haven't heard of it before she told me about it when I arrived here but I'm glad I got to see it. I don't know much about the game except that it's sort of a mix between volleyball, soccer, rugby and basketball. Confusing much?!
They had a tournament on Saturday. The tournament was the whole day and the scorching sun didn't make it that pleasant and I take my hat off for every guy and girl who played. I know there was various blisters burned through the soles of shoes from the burning astro. But played they did. Every team played almost 8 games. I would've passed out. No!!! Seriously. I was so sweaty that even my eye liner started smudging making my eyes look as if someone hit me in the eye.
The clubs that played came from all over South Korea and most of the players were foreigners. Most was also Irish. But to my own surprise there was also a few Afrikaans speaking South Africans in the mix. I met them and the guys were really nice. Normally there is this ritual that everyone goes to the Wolfhound in Itaewon after a tournament. Main reason being, it's an Irish pub who also happens to be the sponsor of the Seoul Gaels team. And the Seoul Gaels also won the tournament. So obviously there was going to be a big celebration.
The boytjies, from Busan Gaelic club, invited me to join them for a party but first it was dinner time at Braai Republic. And I do love that place. Their Lamb potjie was a winner as well as their super nice South African wine which costed way too much. After Castle beer (only available at BR for 7000 won - R70), Potjie (18000won - R180) and a super nice glass of red wine (free) it was time to make myself really broke for the rest of the week and pay my expenses.
And off we went to the Wolfhound. I obviously also needed a bed to sleep so the South African guys offered up their empty bed in their hostel only to find out later the evening that it wasn't that empty. But anyway. I guess it was that or pay money which I didn't have leaving me with staying in a 24h coffee shop until the train comes the next morning at 5am. I really had to put my head down. It was really a fun night out. I had a langarm sokkie, something no-body here knows and I'm also quite sure that's why I have a major big bruise on my knee. I had a nice cold beer which tasted like heaven considering how hot it was. Time flies when you have fun.
It was really nice to speak afrikaans to the guys and having a nice conversation about South Africa, Student life, Korea, rugby and rugby and all the other drunk nights (typical between guys conversation)... I felt a little at home. And they took great care of me. The Irish girls from the Seoul gaels team was also fun to hang with. I also happened to get a Korean guy buzzing around me but that got sorted out quickly. I don't care what afrikaans rugby guys say but let's just say there is a reason for the Afrikaanse Boertjie Stereotype. Let's just say he got a warning sign.
All in all it was so much fun. Wish the night went on forever. I like the Irish vibes with an African twist.
Lekker Braai Republic. We had to explain the menu to the Irish.
I was invited by my awesome friend and next door neighbour to watch her game of gaelic football. It was the first time I saw this quite confusing but fun sport in my life. I haven't heard of it before she told me about it when I arrived here but I'm glad I got to see it. I don't know much about the game except that it's sort of a mix between volleyball, soccer, rugby and basketball. Confusing much?!
They had a tournament on Saturday. The tournament was the whole day and the scorching sun didn't make it that pleasant and I take my hat off for every guy and girl who played. I know there was various blisters burned through the soles of shoes from the burning astro. But played they did. Every team played almost 8 games. I would've passed out. No!!! Seriously. I was so sweaty that even my eye liner started smudging making my eyes look as if someone hit me in the eye.
The clubs that played came from all over South Korea and most of the players were foreigners. Most was also Irish. But to my own surprise there was also a few Afrikaans speaking South Africans in the mix. I met them and the guys were really nice. Normally there is this ritual that everyone goes to the Wolfhound in Itaewon after a tournament. Main reason being, it's an Irish pub who also happens to be the sponsor of the Seoul Gaels team. And the Seoul Gaels also won the tournament. So obviously there was going to be a big celebration.
The boytjies, from Busan Gaelic club, invited me to join them for a party but first it was dinner time at Braai Republic. And I do love that place. Their Lamb potjie was a winner as well as their super nice South African wine which costed way too much. After Castle beer (only available at BR for 7000 won - R70), Potjie (18000won - R180) and a super nice glass of red wine (free) it was time to make myself really broke for the rest of the week and pay my expenses.
And off we went to the Wolfhound. I obviously also needed a bed to sleep so the South African guys offered up their empty bed in their hostel only to find out later the evening that it wasn't that empty. But anyway. I guess it was that or pay money which I didn't have leaving me with staying in a 24h coffee shop until the train comes the next morning at 5am. I really had to put my head down. It was really a fun night out. I had a langarm sokkie, something no-body here knows and I'm also quite sure that's why I have a major big bruise on my knee. I had a nice cold beer which tasted like heaven considering how hot it was. Time flies when you have fun.
It was really nice to speak afrikaans to the guys and having a nice conversation about South Africa, Student life, Korea, rugby and rugby and all the other drunk nights (typical between guys conversation)... I felt a little at home. And they took great care of me. The Irish girls from the Seoul gaels team was also fun to hang with. I also happened to get a Korean guy buzzing around me but that got sorted out quickly. I don't care what afrikaans rugby guys say but let's just say there is a reason for the Afrikaanse Boertjie Stereotype. Let's just say he got a warning sign.
All in all it was so much fun. Wish the night went on forever. I like the Irish vibes with an African twist.
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| Lekker Braai Republic. We had to explain the menu to the Irish. |
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| Lamb Potjie. |
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| Boytjies. (Top left: Not a boytjie, Top right: Niekie, Bottom Left: Pg, Bottom right: Me) |
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| Next to me: Henk. |
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