No rest for the wicked

After the night prior, we were convinced that yesterday was going to be a day of rest. Technically, we've said that every morning since we got here, and it's never been a quiet night - last night is no different. 

The day was rather mild, and spent trying to organise some more activities to do. Unfortunately, the massive k-pop concert sold out before we could get tickets, and we're still on the fence about the Ultra Korea electronic/trance concert, due to it not having the big name artists of last year. I found a good couple possibilities regardless, but will have to get some suggestions from those here. 

So what was there to do but have a whee drink. As we do, we reigned in a few other hostel goes to join us, and suddenly a plan is forged to go clubbing. 

Being a Thursday, the streets are awash with fellow booze heads. It's just so much cheaper to go to a nearby convenience store, get some soju or beer, and party in the park. Hell, the shops themselves have tables and chairs outside that you can drink on, day or night. Quite common to see older men doing this by lunch time. 

The clubs are packed. You can see in this picture a bunch of people on a step in front of the dj, most of which know hand actions to the lyrics of all the songs. This gets good crowd participation, who do them back, and makes for a fun night. 

As we bounce between clubs, turning a corner suddenly strands John and I, with no sign of the others. It's only 2am, but we call it quits and stumble on home, surprisingly getting the directions mostly right for a change. 

There's talk of some sort of pool party tonight, so we'll see where that goes!