Korea
Japan
Hong Kong
But there are so many other places I may wind up... (hopefully not jail or dead).
I am using this space as a blog, and as a way to dump the dailies I take from my camera (Panasonic GH1 and Samsung TL320). I want those who are interested to get a daily-updated, unfiltered view of my crazy Asian adventure.
Too much talking, dance, and whaaa??, Korea - Day 5, 6
Another near sleepless night (no time for that pussy shit), met Adrien (a girl from my KCP Japan program) and got some mexican food in Korea. Shit was pretty good actually, haha! I’m stupid and forgot my camera’s battery at home, so I’ve got no pics to prove it, but the chips were on point, and the salsa wasn’t that bad either. I tried this drink they had there called wineade. I was thinking something like gatorade plus wine, but it was actually soda+wine and it tasted like SHIT COVERED ELEPHANT GENITALS. I finished the drink regardless (because everyone turns into an alcoholic in Korea). Adrien and I talked for days about my grievances with this country:
1) rampant plastic surgery
2) alcoholism (I’m such a hypocrite, I know)
3) cheating
4) korean perspectives
and..some other shit, I don’t remember anymore. She was great to talk to cause she speaks perfect English, is Korean by ethnicity, born in Spain, lived all over the damn world, and has spent the bulk of her teenage and young adult years living in Seoul.
Dude, we talked so much. For hours. We came back to my place to get the battery for my camera and talked even more. Then her and I met up with my old conversation partner from UCSD, Minjung and her friend Sophie at Myeongdong (I was told it used to be old Japan Town?). There I got my first taste of dopoki. Shit was damn good! The whole meal cost 14,000 Won (about $12.50), and came with bottomless ice cream! What the fuuuuuuuu? That’s just over $3/person. For a full dinner. Fuck yeah Korea, you kick ass.
Which brings me to my next point. I may have my grievances with Korea, its people, and their practices, but that doesn’t stop me from loving the shit out of this place. Cheap food, crazy fun, awesome buildings/sights/sounds/you name it! And I actually do love the people, they’re just as emotional and impulsive as I am, I just disagree with cosmetic surgery and think cheating is an unforgivable offense. Wait, my view of Koreans is pretty much based on what I’ve seen in Seoul, and I’ve pretty much only seen the bad stuff. Please, nobody take these words the wrong way! Or I’ll kill you. Fuckers. I love Koreans! And not in the yellow-fever sort of way, though they are pretty much all fucking hot.
Wait, since I got braces and still despise cosmetic surgery, does that make me a hypocrite? Uh? Ani? Op so? Shit!! ARRRGGGHHH recursion!
Back to the story. Korea - Day 5 was all about talking. With Adrien, then with Adrien, Minjung and Sophie, then later that night with Adrien, Minjung, Sophie, David, Caleb, and Marcus. It was over 9 hours of straight talking! Shit fool. I was beat.
Then Marcus’ presistant ass forced us all to go out. Well, it was supposed to be our last night out in Seoul, so why the fuck not. He took us to this bar/club that spins house (think Candella’s for those of you in the know; I can’t believe I found just as awesome of a place as this in Korea. The place is called “My Bed”). Boy let me tell you, I danced my ass off. My fucking ass was on the floor, kicking other people’s asses; especially Marcus’. You hear that Marcus? You got owned by whitey. Sweat bitch, this is MY house.
We kinda half assed tried getting the interest of some girls there, but they weren’t having it. Story of my life, but who gives a fuck, the dancing was too much fun. I danced the pain away.
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Briefly, Korea - Day 6
David and I were supposed to pack our shit and head for Busan that afternoon to chill with Ryan for a few days. We got a really slow start (but it was the first night I got 6 full hours of sleep!), and somehow we didn’t end up finishing lunch until 3p. When we got back, I still had a little packing to do and some trains to figure out, so David decided to go…check something else out. I told that ass to be back by 6 so we could arrive in Busan by 9:30 and still be able to eat a late dinner with Ryan. That shithead didn’t show up till 8 and…well the rest of the story doesn’t matter now. Needless to say we missed our chance to go to Busan that day, and in order to get any sort of feel for what Busan is, we’d have to do another near-sleepless night in Seoul, wake up at 5, catch a few subways to the KTX, and get down there ASAP. I was really angry at him cause we only had 2 days in Busan as it stood, and his dumb ass threw away one full day for some selfish bullshit. I knew Busan would be a lot of fun. Ryan had so many things planned for us to do and to see…
Just how fun did Busan end up being? Stick around for Korea - Day 7. No joke, shit was insane. There will be video. OOooo all multimedia up in your ass!! But I wish we had more time there… :(
OH AND JUAN MORE THINGS
All white people in Asia look haggard. It’s just how it is. I can’t fuckin explain it. In America, I look decent enough. Here though, I look 30 years older with a healthy dose of ugly on the side. Damn you asians and your smooth, even skin. We whites pale in comparison. Hah, get it? Pale? HAHAHAHAHA shutup.
Goodbye Seoul T-T …. it has been one wild ride…
