Day 3 ! my overwhelming joy and luggage both cried at the same time. Two more days and the trip will be finally over whilst my luggage scream that she needs to go on a diet since I fed her with too much beauty products.
So in day 3 I actually manage to visit both important site, however I don't want my very precious post to be over crowded with my narcissistic picture I decided to divide it into two post instead.
Moving on from unnecessary explanation that I'm pretty sure no one cares *sob*. In day 3 i visit Ihwa Mural Village at Ihwa-Dong, nothing special in this very village full mural but since Shanka insisted for me to go (well. I don't want to be stuck in Myeong Dong for my whole journey) so I go. After I have done taking her most requested picture which is the mural of an angel wings, she offered me to get my take picture as well. I'm like meh, I could've just paint that myself in my room plus the sunshine was not friendly at all. it is ridiculously hot! just right above your head and made this annoying shadow every time you're picture is about to be taken. After I sulk for a long time, there i stumbled upon this two girls wearing a Sailor uniform. My first thought oh these must be the kids who came out from class (make sense! since it's a common village and it's during a school day), I stare at them long enough even took their picture that's when i realise... THEY WORE A DOC MARTEN shoes! where in this Millenium era school kids gets to wear a red Doc Mart shoes. I ask Shanka and Abel on who are they? They replied lightly, "Oh, they borrow it". I'm like... WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS TELL ME!!! I'm obsessed with Sailor Uniform.
Sorry to victimised both of you
As matter of fact I read a little background about this very uniform since it is pretty similar to Japanese uniform. Turns out, it is a Korean Sailor Uniform during Japanese Invasion, HOMG COLONIAL ERA! Little did you know I freaking love colonial history especially Asia region something about it feels so dark yet romantic at the same time (I know I'm weird). I shiver endlessly my mood has finally been lifted up thus I rush to the uniform lenders whilst I did not think about whether they have my size or not. Pretty decent price of lending out their uniform, it cost about Kw 10,000 equals to Rp 100,000 for an hour of it to be worn roaming around the village.
I took out my money and give it to the uniform lenders. They nicely packed our clothes that we wore into one box and we are allowed to put everything inside this box (I guarantee you it is save!). Another younger lady gave us our uniform, although they have very limited knowledge about english, I guess she guess my size correctly without me saying anything *cries in Korean*.
She gave me an XXL wutt! but from the look of it it's definitely L size. I don't know much about Korean sizing system but the smallest size starts from M. Weird uh?
I carefully fit in my hands, put the zip up and voila! I FIT I FREAKING FIT. It must be a destiny for me to taste and be part of a colonial era muahahahah (evil laugh).
Finally, we walk around the village like nobody business. Tourists stare, yess they do! even some Korean student asked for a picture with me and Shanka. When Abel asked them what for is it, they said "Schuru projek Schuru projek" (School Project) and I was like wut? what kind of assignment that ask you to take a picture with a tourist wearing colonial uniform? god knows.