Tuesday evening, John and I went to meet with the owner of an up and coming kpop studio. He gave us an insiders guide to the trials and tribulations of being in a position such as his. We then went out and drank.
Wednesday, we met up with Jake, my original supporter from Daejeon. He took us to a famous pa-chon restaurant, where we promptly fucked up the mixing of soju, beer, and a red wine like drink that was suppose to have three layers of drink/colour in the glass. Instead, it looked like a bloody mess from Hannibal Lecter's backwash.
This didn't stop us though, and we hit up two more bars before settling down at one for the rest of the morning. $300 later and our egos in shatters at losing drink bets to some girls over multiple games of darts, we emerged at 6am and headed back to the hostel.
Thursday we have no recollection of, nor any photographic clues.
Friday we took Gilbert, one of the volunteers at the guesthouse, to the Cheeky Kiwi bar, where one of the owners helped us get him absolutely smashed. The best part was hearing about how he puked up 7 times and had still had to teach english the next day. Topics of the day were alcohol, hangovers, and barfing.
Saturday was back to Cheeky Kiwi for some initial quiet drinks. The owner of the hostel had other ideas though. After getting back to our own hostel, he then took us to another branch of the hostel chain, where in we met several more kiwi's. Off to Cheeky Kiwi we again went, and karaoke until daylight.
Sunday, we actually got on the train and went to Daejeon to meet our friend Yan. There, we went bowling, where despite John's initial bullshitting, he actually did quite well and won the games. Tomorrow I'll be meeting one of my former professors from the university I studied at here, and then its back to Seoul for more shenanigans.
Re you still alive? Has MERS got you? Are you just pickled?
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