Busan, whosan?

We didn't really expect much to become of tonight, but when has that ever stopped us?

A jaunt through the market left us nearby our favourite beer pong bar - Thursday Party - to which we had to patron. 

John was far too sober, and thus too accurate with his shots. Somehow, we recruited a couple Koreans, of which if was impossible to explain the rules to, for several more games. Both John and I had to to barf in order to keep playing. Such a sorry state of affairs. 

Worse still was fighting them off if of us later on. We all went for BBQ, which was great, but Mr Korean refused to let us go after the meal. 

30 mins after everyone else was smart enough to go home, John and I had to convince the Korean dude to taxi home by himself, while we walked home. He wasn't too happy about letting his new bff's go, but we managed, and got to the hostel by about 5am (Tuesday morning).  

Time to sleep in.