The long night approaches

We wandered around the university area and grabbed some grub, deciding that we ought to go find ourselves a clothing store as well. Shorts were on the agenda as we filed into the mega UniQlo store just outside the subway station. The Korean style of shorts barely touch the knees, and slide thigh high if seated. Despite thinking I look weird, I can certainly appreciate the even shorter pairs the girls wear. 

We met up with Younis again for chicken and beer, then went looking for rum. There are a huge number of soju/beer pubs, but finding the real deal at 6pm on a Monday proved difficult. 10 bars and 30mins later, we eventually got into Thursday Party pub for rum and darts. Doing so nearly derailed our plans for the night. 

We grabbed a taxi and headed out towards Gungnam for a Game of Thrones night, where it quickly became evident that we had a problem. The main arterial roads have a given street name, and every non-arterial street that comes off of it will have the same street name with a block number it. Despite showing a picture of the address to the driver and needing to be at the 63rd block, we were dropped off some 80 blocks away from our destination at the 146th.  The second taxi got us to within 10 blocks, and we legged it from there. We were already 45 minutes late for the meet up, but we were determined to find this fucking address as a matter of principle. Wandering around the backstreets of our meeting point, we get lucky and find Daniel, who was on his way to the GoT party we were late for. Omg that episode was one of the best in ages. 

Queue chicken and beer for dinner with Dan, the joint we went to had the new favoured soju, and we ended up going through a couple bottles of the orange flavoured kind. It's dangerously easy to drink, even when straight shorting as we did. We were a mess. 

We parted ways and tried our luck with another taxi, which again didn't get it quite right. It took some walking to find a landmark we recognised in our drunken stupor, after which we promptly evacuated the contents of our stomachs, and in Johns case it was all over his shorts, shoes, and an unfortunately nearby parked car that was holding him up. 

It's been a hazy morning, and we're trying to figure out if we actually paid our bill at the restaurant last night. I can calculate down to a 40k difference in what I started the day with to what I have now, but Daniel is going to go and double check with them today. 

Carter, the hostel manager, surprised me with some birthday treats from a mainstay bakery chain in Korea called Paris baguette. 

 

Immediate plans are food. Tonight we'll try to round a few people up for a birthday dinner in my honour, where we will not go gently into the night.