Turkish Delight

Unfortunately, we did find somewhere to go drinking at 3am, which is where my story last left off. We shared some drinks with some extremely touchy-feely Korean dudes until about 7am, as it was time to get some breakfast courtesy of Burger King.

Fast forward a few hours, and we haven't had nearly enough sleep, but we soldier on and meet a Turkish friend of mine from when I studdied in Korea. She works at a popular Turkish restaurant in Itaewon (the foreign district), and shouted us a lovely lunch there. 

Lamb was the order of the day. Delicious. Apparently Koreans don't generally like lamb due to its (divine) smell. 

Next stop was the mosque, the major point of prayer in Itaewon for the Islamic community. Due to their beliefs, my friend wasn't actually allowed inside with me, due to that area being designated for men. We somehow skirted the dress code. 

After saying our farewells, we promptly return to the hostel and straight to bed until about 9pm. Still not feeling particularly wonderful, we place our faith in hair of the dog, and cruise through to about 2am, when yet another plan is forged. 

Younes, the frenchie that was leaving later that morning/day, was in gangnam and keen to hit up some karaoke. We debate it for a while, due to how far away it was, but the soju gets the best if us and we find ourselves paying for a taxi across town (still only $15). 

After some prepatiry drinks at a restaurant, we attack the karaoke room come 5am for an hour. I had to refuse any continued singing to get us out of there at a not too horrendous time (again). Even then, we didn't get back to the hostel until 7:30am. I failed in that regard. 

Sleep was short and sweet. John and I had to get up at 11am to check out of the room we had been in, and into another, before we attacked this new, sleep deprived day.