Friday after work, Sean, Brittany, and I hopped on a bus and headed to Seoul a little after ten and after getting off the bus and taking the subway the remainder of the way, we arrived at our hostel not long after an hour had passed. We dumped off our packs and headed out to explore. Elizabeth, who works on the other side of Suwon, was arriving a bit later and met us out and about.
We went to this bar that had really random taste in music but seemed to be a pretty popular place and the beer was reasonably-ish priced. We met a really attractive Egyptian man who was there on business and he bought us a round of drinks after he realized I was drink-less. (So, being cheap and refusing to buy your own drinks, while not being a huge boozer to begin with, pays off sometimes.) He dropped off our drinks, we said thank you, and he went on to the next group of peeps to mingle with.
After that we decided we wanted to actually dance and went to a club down the way. The music was better, but still not really my taste; I clearly didn’t mind because I danced so much I had sweat invading my eyeballs. My back started to hurt and I got tired around 3 am and tried to walk back to the hostel alone without getting lost. (I really should stop being confident about where I’m going, because I have no clue.) I stopped off to get a travel kit at the convenience store and didn’t realize the hostel was right across the street. I did, however, cross the street but just kept walking then realized I didn’t recognize anything and turned around. *face palm* Then I had to walk up four flights of stairs, ew. I showered; it was awkward because I haven’t used a communal bathroom for like twelve years so it caught me off guard every time I heard the door open, but I was honestly too tired and a little tipsy to care.
We all woke up, my back was still killing me, and went to eat traditional Korean food for lunch. We originally decided on Indian but it was too expensive for everyone’s budget. I was pretty disappointed I couldn’t eat Tandoori Chicken. We went to go to the fish market because Brittany wanted to eat the wiggling cut up octopus; as I’m morally against eating one of my favorite animals and my back was killing me I opted to sit at a cafe, chug water, and take ibuprofen. Sean wasn’t into some aspect of the fish market either and he stayed behind with me and we people watched. We also had a time trying to find a western toilet. Having back pain plus only bringing one pair of pants for this trip, I was not about to fuck with those squat toilets – no thanks.
We went back to the hostel, made friends with some people that were staying there, watched random Korean television, loafed on the couch, and ordered in Koreanized Chinese food. We were supposed to go to Namsan Tower, which I’m sure was beautiful, but Elizabeth, Sean, and I weren’t feeling it. Brittany tried to go by herself but the bus didn’t stop at her bus stop so she just came back. The hostel had a beer pong night set up so I watched and everyone else played. We talked more to the others staying there and it was pretty cool – lots of seasoned travelers.
Later we went back to the first bar we went to the night before with a new hostel friend. The atmosphere was totally different. Better music and more people. There wasn’t really a designated dance space but if you know me, you know I will dance just about anywhere. While dancing I befriended a really REALLY drunk girl from Uzbekistan, so that was cool. She seemed really stoked that I was the first Uzbek person I’ve talked to. Because of the amount of people in the bar and influence of alcohol, I wasn’t really paying attention to what my hands were doing or where they were going – I was twisting my arms about my body when my hand made contact with this dude’s butt. He was like super annoying about it too saying shit like, “If you’re going to touch my butt, at least let me know first,” and I was all like, “dude, no. I don’t want to and didn’t want to. It’s called we both weren’t aware of each other’s proximity to each other, fuck off.” I danced some more and called it a night shortly after. I took a shower and decided I was against eating my random bag of cookies in my bunk so I went out and chilled in the common area with some other people.
Elizabeth went to church and Brittany and I went to Gyeongbok Palace. I had to purchase a new transit (T Money) card because I seemed to have lost my other one. It was raining so it made out commute a bit more interesting. There was a National Geographic DSLR exhibit on our way out of the train station. We got to vote on three photos we liked the best.
While we were en route, Sean messaged saying that he was just going to go back to Suwon. We made it to the palace and there weren’t loads of people there because of the rain, which was a perk. It was super pretty. I would have liked to roam around more but my shoes were soaked and I was still tired from the night before.
On our way back one of the escalators was out of order and I thought I was going to die! Brittany and I already joked that I was too good for stairs before seeing this and I said “oh helllllllllllll noooooooooo,” when I saw that. There must have been over 100 stairs I had to climb with people behind me so I can’t stop or go slow. I never want to see that many stairs ever again.
After all those stairs we decided we wanted to go home too. Two train transfers and a cab ride later, I was home by 3:30 and then it started to downpour. I did the bulk of my laundry immediately so I don’t have to anything tomorrow and can be the loafer I was destined to be.