Well now, where to begin.
Friday night was party night. After the events of a couple days prior, wherein we had 8-10 people sharing drinks in the hostel, and being incredibly noisey as we did.so, we'd recruited two americans to come party with us at the club. Brett and Alex, plus our Israeli friend Ofiel.
After being huddled into a group of westerners he door to the club, frisked for weapons, and told very specifically by the stabvest wearing guards that this was not going to be a big night, and that we are not to start a fight, we finally got into the club and proceeded to have a big night, and a free bottle of NZ Pure.
Dancing with koreans is a bit weird. As Ofiel put it, you dance with the guys, copying their moves, and they get off on it. This in turn then allows you to dance with their girls/friends, having now successfully joined their group, like a virus attacking a cell, and corrupting it with good old kiwi goodness.
Getting home from the club was the trouble, as we all left at different times. I somehow managed to get a taxi driver that misunderstood where I wanted to go. Instead of taking me to Hongik university, I was taken to Konkuk university, a considerable distance away. This is why you don't fall asleep in the taxi!
So after finding myself on the other side of town by mistake, I stayed awake until 6am when the subway opened up again, and finally got into bed at 7pm. J had not long gotten to sleep himself. Queue round two the next day.
Saturday, J, Elyce, Axel, and I, looked up something called Hash
Harriers Seoul. This is a bunch of guys that go for a run/walk
somewhere, then get absolutely shit faced afterwards while singing an all manner of manly, crude (amazing!) songs. Unfortunately, as
we brought a girl along, we had managed to violate some sort of 40 year
rule on their not being any girls on this manly, manly trip. So, we did our
own little walk, up Namsang Park, to check out Seoul Tower. Damn that
was a bitch of a walk uphill. J's foot being swollen didn't help matters
either. Getting home we find some new americans - Darren, Daniel, and Mauricio, that Shin (our hostel host) had partied with the week before. So, being the kiwi's that we are, we immediately all got into 15 bottles of soju to get the night going. These three were all military folk, who were due to go back to being "shit on" monday by their superiors, and were ready to go hard one last time.
Later that night we had a birthday party for Julie, a Londoner. Noise control was soon knocking down the door to let us all know the folly of our ways. During this time, I then began trying to orgnise meeting up with D, a friend who had been to Korea with me before. He'd flown in from Aussie that night, and we were set to have dinner with a couple of our Korean friends.
During all this, the party was moved out of the hostel and into town. I had somehow lost sight of the group, and was left to head back home! That was fine though, as I managed to meet up with Axel and Elyce who are also staying at the hostel, and we three went to dinner with my korean and aussie friend.
Sunday was the day of rest, and the group of us from last night went out and got burgers for breakfast. These weren't any burgurs though - they were the size of boston buns, which we decided to turn into birthday cakes for myself. The shop assistant actually ran out to get birthday candles for us so we could enjoy ourselves. Good times.
Sunday night was spent farewelling some of our new friends, and waiting on K as usual.
Pictures to follow soon!
