So I went on a weekend trip to Busan the other Friday. I packed a bag full of the essential items: deodorant, a spare pair of underpants and my toothbrush. I have a habit of always forgetting to pack at least one thing, and this time it was toothpaste. I would later find out this wouldn't be an issue as I, along with a few others who went down to Busan, didn't brush their teeth for the whole weekend either. Well, chilled vibes then!
The trip down started off placidly. I was meant to meet the bus at Dongincheon Express Terminal at 11-30pm. I got there a bit early, along with another mate, and we started off on the soju. Life was pretty good. This not-to-be-named friend ended up chundering in the bus stop, also taking a whizz around the corner away from the security camera's view. Hell of a thing. Anyway, another bottle of soju later the bus arrived. We climbed on and filled the remaining empty seats on a forty-seater bus. Once we set off, the party began for three of us. Dammit we were the funniest, gees-est, most enthusiastic people there and it was moist. By about 2-30am the girl behind us popped her head over the headrests. I thought she had FOMO so I was going to invite her to join but before salutations could be made she interrupted with, "You know, this isn't only your trip...can you shut the fuck up, please". Well, there was a Canadian among our soju party and, being the polite Canadian he is, he apologetically offered her some earplugs. He got scolded in reply. It was a relatively quiet trip the rest of the way.
We made it to Busan by 5am-ish. The air smelled just like a seaside town's air should, and my head started banging just like a hungover head should. One problem. We couldn't check into our guesthouse until 11am. So at 5am in the morning, some of the bus people went to a spa/sauna, others went longboarding on the streets. A bunch of us went on a hike. At 5am. We made it to some mountain's peak by 7am-ish, and the sunrise was great. The hummingbird in my head wasn't. In the end it was a great life choice.
Eveeeentually we checked into the guesthouse, had lunch, took a nap then explored Busan. Myself and five other buggers hung around Haeundae from mid-afternoon until late. We got to watch a couple of cool sideshows: a kak-funny magician's act (who made quite a fond focus on the six of us foreign-looking folk) and a trio of acoustic musicians (who were more interested in focusing on the local female talent in the crowd). We ran out of beer and went on a liquor run. Along the way we happened upon a street-vendor selling Roman Candle fireworks. We bought a bunch of beer and cracker-bangs and hit the beach. What could go wrong with six or seven 25-year old drunk juveniles with firecrackers? Damage-report: no-one lost an eye but one bloke did get hit in the head (I'll take the blame for that one).
One hangover and a Subway sarmie (sandwich) later we were on our way to Busan Holi Hai. The amount of paint and colored powder that day was aaaaaaabsolutely ridiculous. I tell you, it was hard to resist walking up to as many people as I could and wiping my thumb over their foreheads while saying, "Simba! SimBAAAA! Remembeeer who you are..." One girl didn't get the reference and showed me a flat-hand.
Busan can be a really cool place. No pictures, though, at the moment my phone belongs to the sands of Haeundae Beach and all photography therein.
The trip down started off placidly. I was meant to meet the bus at Dongincheon Express Terminal at 11-30pm. I got there a bit early, along with another mate, and we started off on the soju. Life was pretty good. This not-to-be-named friend ended up chundering in the bus stop, also taking a whizz around the corner away from the security camera's view. Hell of a thing. Anyway, another bottle of soju later the bus arrived. We climbed on and filled the remaining empty seats on a forty-seater bus. Once we set off, the party began for three of us. Dammit we were the funniest, gees-est, most enthusiastic people there and it was moist. By about 2-30am the girl behind us popped her head over the headrests. I thought she had FOMO so I was going to invite her to join but before salutations could be made she interrupted with, "You know, this isn't only your trip...can you shut the fuck up, please". Well, there was a Canadian among our soju party and, being the polite Canadian he is, he apologetically offered her some earplugs. He got scolded in reply. It was a relatively quiet trip the rest of the way.
We made it to Busan by 5am-ish. The air smelled just like a seaside town's air should, and my head started banging just like a hungover head should. One problem. We couldn't check into our guesthouse until 11am. So at 5am in the morning, some of the bus people went to a spa/sauna, others went longboarding on the streets. A bunch of us went on a hike. At 5am. We made it to some mountain's peak by 7am-ish, and the sunrise was great. The hummingbird in my head wasn't. In the end it was a great life choice.
Eveeeentually we checked into the guesthouse, had lunch, took a nap then explored Busan. Myself and five other buggers hung around Haeundae from mid-afternoon until late. We got to watch a couple of cool sideshows: a kak-funny magician's act (who made quite a fond focus on the six of us foreign-looking folk) and a trio of acoustic musicians (who were more interested in focusing on the local female talent in the crowd). We ran out of beer and went on a liquor run. Along the way we happened upon a street-vendor selling Roman Candle fireworks. We bought a bunch of beer and cracker-bangs and hit the beach. What could go wrong with six or seven 25-year old drunk juveniles with firecrackers? Damage-report: no-one lost an eye but one bloke did get hit in the head (I'll take the blame for that one).
One hangover and a Subway sarmie (sandwich) later we were on our way to Busan Holi Hai. The amount of paint and colored powder that day was aaaaaaabsolutely ridiculous. I tell you, it was hard to resist walking up to as many people as I could and wiping my thumb over their foreheads while saying, "Simba! SimBAAAA! Remembeeer who you are..." One girl didn't get the reference and showed me a flat-hand.
Busan can be a really cool place. No pictures, though, at the moment my phone belongs to the sands of Haeundae Beach and all photography therein.
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