The end is nigh

Our last weekend in South Korea went as you would expect - drunken nights, and sleepful days. We bailed on our initial plans if seeing a huge night market in Dongdaemun on Friday (in favour of sleep), partied hard Saturday, and again bailed on plans to visit the huge communications tower in the middle of the city. We saw Trasformers instead. 

Saturday, both John and I took separate taxis to get home due to being drunk and lost. In either case, 1km down the road was really as far as they needed to take us before we recognised where we were. We'd have been embarrassed if we weren't stumblingly, sluringly drunk. 

Tonight, after transformers, we went to hongdae park one last time with some soju and coke. It was fairly quiet, so we didn't stay long. A few of the group went to a club, but sensibility prevailed in my case, thinking I should get an early night. Yet, here I am at 4:30 unable to sleep. 

We fly out of Seoul at 3pm Korea time (6pm NZ) to Hong Kong, and have a night flight back to New Zealand, arriving in Chtistchurch about 2:30pm. It's just as well we're going, because we're just about to run out of money. I foresee even more noodles in my immediate future. 

We've had an amazing time here, and will miss our adopted family of fellow hostel goers. David, the manager, probably can't wait to see the back of me. Something to do with all my terrible Irish impersonations. Diddlie-dee potatoes. 

We'll return again to catch up with old and new friends alike, but until then, it's cheers to you, Korea. 

Gombae. 

We cried, we crawled

We headed 9 stops down the line to the Dongdaemun Design Plaza for a little girlish indulgence. The film sets for the Korean drama John and I watched we on display there, so we figured that we'd complete the assimilation and go have a look. 

The plaza itself is seriously strange, with a futuristic twist. 

Inside we were greeted with imagery and media of our intended expo - many of the more dramatic scenes evoking all too fresh memories of the series. Below are shots of the two lead's bedrooms. 

The series used effects similar to those in the Matrix movies, wherein dozens of cameras take a picture from different angles to create a 3D image.

We took a couple photos using this, which were collated into a short movie by the staff for download. 

The expo even had a chicken and beer cafe inside, which was a prominent feature if the series too. Naturally, we had to partake. 

Later that night, John had his sights set on a pub crawl. My heart wasn't in it initially, but with all the effort he had to go through to get it sorted for the hostel (first pub crawl event via them), I had to give him props and come along. 

Unsurprisingly, this is where we met the only other Kiwi we've seen on this trip. Paul, a teacher, had been here for 5 years, and already seemed like he had preloaded a few drinks before meeting. 

I'd heard stories of the Adios drink, so naturally made john drink one. Drinks seemed to magically appear from all angles. The crawl itself was 4 bars and a club with a big screen. 

Illuminated devil ears, foam sticks, flag/ears, and other Korean paraphernalia we all on hand for the party leading up to the game, cheer leaders included. 

Come 5am, the club settled down and everyone watched the Korea vs Belgium game.

Korea fever subsequently died down. 

Eye of the beholder

Today, we met with Yunni and Gina to visit the Trick Eye and Ice museums, conviniently located in the same building (along with the Love museum, but that may take more convincing). 

Being the giant freezer that it is, it reminded me of home. 

It was refreshing after the 28 degree weather we'd forged through to get there, detouring for some BBQ on the way. 

Next up was Trick Eye. There are a lot of very weird scenes to take pictures of in there, for all if which I maxed out my crazy meter to make some of the strangest poses imaginable. 

Haha a bum. These are on the backs of most of the seating. Truly a fun place to visit. I'll add some more pictures after I receive them. 

Plans to visit namsang tower in the centre of the city had to be abandoned due to time constraints. Back on the to-do list it goes, for action during these quickly diminishing last few days. 

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. 

Coronarita

Sometimes, something looks more delicious to the eyes, than it tastes to the tongue. Today, we found such an item. 

It had been raining with some serious thunderstorms most of today. A few if us in the hostel watched a movie or two to kill the time. No one was really keen on venturing out into the downpour. 

Dinner time rolled round (after having arisen around 2pm), and our second taco experience in Korea (while still avoiding Taco Bell) featured something I had read in one of the Seoul tourist magazines at the hostel - the Coronarita. A margarita with an upsidedown corona beer in it. What could possibly go wrong?

We ordered some tacos and nachoes to go with our monstrous mistake of a drinks order. For some reason, it only dawned on me that a margarita would contain tequila immediately as the first drop hit my taste buds. I'm not a praying man, but oh dear god what had I done?

I regretfully, yet dutifully, finished the toxic drink. Served me right, but hey, better to regret such decisions than to have never lived at all. 

Back to the hostel after we finished for some refreshing Soju and cola. Turns out when you spend $5 on alcohol, and share it with others, they become your permanent drink servers. We seldom had to get up for another drink after that. 

John and I have been planning our final week in Seoul, hoping to make better use of the time than we did in Busan. 

The rest of the week is booked up with activities and meeting with friends, not for the sole purpose of drinking either!

We depart this coming Monday, arrive home Tuesday, and to my horror I'm back at work on the Wednesday. Forget being unproductive, I'm probably going to be sweating alcohol as I try to stay awake throughout the day. I could have sworn I had the Wednesday off as well, but no matter, it's still a short week. 

As John put it, we're going to need a holiday from our holiday after all this.

It's now 3am, and we're heading out to a bar or something with a couple others in search of a quiet drink or two. Hopefully darts will feature! We have a 1pm appointment tomorrow/today, so we can't be out too late. 

Well that escalated quickly

There is a part timer here at the hostel that works Saturdays, Hannah. She's a cute girl, very fun, very Jesus. Christianity is a big thing over here.   

The day had started as any other - John sleeping the day away, poweraide, chicken and beer - elementary things. 

Hannah invited some of her fellow church goers to the hostel. Nice people. One had a guitar and took requests. Good fun, singing and some light drinking. Robin, this dude from Germany who is a part if some Youth With A Mission group, then whips out his guitar, and in no time at all, the common room is filled with the sound of feel-good praise music and singing. Honestly sounded a little brain washy. 

John and I, feeling a tad awkward, decide its time to go out. The Christian band had moved on by the time we left, but came back briefly to try and sway us with blessed sweets.

Off to the park we went, scoring a large beer from the convenience store, to mingle. Out of nowhere came a bongo drum line, and the crowd quickly gathered. 

The music quickly took hold, and drunken party goers quickly descended to dance to the rhythmic beats. Part of the fun included their giving one of the drums to those in the crowd to join in! Our man Younis from France was the lucky first recipient. 

After picking up a couple souvenirs from the local stands (one had a huge hello kitty towel that I wanted (for my Neice) but it was not for sale), we went to that damn Thursday bar again. It was packed. Not so much a bar any more than a club. I somehow ended up with a large feather in my hair as we danced. Don't ask me how. 

Street food was the order of the hour, whatever hour it was. BBQ chicken kebabs!

Time flew by, and I hit the hostel at about 4:30, greeted by a couple guests watching the football. Germany was playing Ghana. After Ghana had scored, I sent a drunken email to a certain work colleague (classy I know) proclaiming Germany's lack of any chance at winning. After reading this, maybe they'll understand how that email came about. They drew in the end, so technically I was right!

TGIF

Busan has possibly been our greatest failure when it comes to doing/seeing anything local, so we made an effort to change that today, our last full day in the city. 

I had to take a picture of this picture of where we went, as it would have required a horrendous journey to get far enough away from Shinsegae to get it all in the frame. 

Shinsegae Centum City is colossal. 14 plus 2 basement levels are connected directly to the subway station, in addition to a subterainian cinema complex and numerous other large department stores. We went looking for the beer festival that was suppose to be occurring, without luck. 

What we found on the 10th floor was and outdoor children's playground and zoo. 

Numerous dinosaurs lined the area, leading up to a great view off the end of the park. 

We returned to the hostel for an extended rest, before hitting up the beach for a midnight swim! Those we had spoken too earlier all said it was too cold now to do so. They obviously don't know a) how cold NZ is, or b) we had been drinking, and are crazy foreigners. We were mildly worried about the cops turning up, given as there was a sign that said "Swimming something". My Korean isn't quite good enough to know exactly what. 

Come 2am, it was off to Thursday Party bar one last time for darts and drinks. John thought he had me dead to rights, before I shocked us both with a hat trick on my final round to win the game. John's win rate remains at about 1 to 5 so far. 

Off for a feed at 4am, but to our dismay, the chicken joints had closed kitchen! Some pork and rice soup was our only reprieve, before heading back to the hostel, ending our last night in Busan. The nearest club had also closed shop, much to my relief. 

We really ought to have accomplished more here, but that just means we'll have something left to do next year. 

Checkout is in 5hrs. Alarms are set. Tomorrow, we attack Seoul, yet again.