BACK IN THE MOTHERLAND!
I snoozed all the way to Seoul which was a pity because the stewardesses on Asiana are HOT!
It’s a weird feeling meeting someone who you haven’t seen for ages. I was anxious for some reason. I recognised her straight away. It was kind of funny because she didn’t recognise me. Apparently I was in a suit the last time she saw a picture of me and looked like a kid in my casual clothes. I remembered her as a young woman and it was kind of freaky to see her older. It was bit awkward at first as I wasn’t sure how I was to greet her. Was I supposed to give her a hug which I would normally do at home? In the end we both settled for a pat on the shoulder. Koreans aren’t really an affectionate people unless they’ve been drinking then you have them surgically removed.
As I watched the city wizz by, I answered the usual questions. Seoul looked compact nestled between mountains, split in two by the mighty Han River and looked nothing like how I remembered it. It was as I watched the other drivers that I realised that everyone looked like me. Cool! Yoomi and her husband (Chai Hyung) took me out for the first of many Korean barbeque dinners and very kindly dropped me off at my hotel. The Ritz Carlton is f’ing expensive they charged me 60,000 won for three coffees! That’s 10 quid per coffee. Luckily, thanks to Bavan I have experienced fine accommodation in a number of cities for nix so I guess it all balances out in the end.
The best way to recover from a massive hangover is to get hammered again. Bavan and I decided to hit Hongdae. It’s full of universities and jam packed with bars, clubs and pubs. Koreans seem to love their hip hop. I hate hip hop and we spent many minutes looking for a place to drink. By accident we stumbled across the infamous Tin Pan Alley. Some teachers (does everyone teach English here?) we met there pointed us towards a club called M2.
M2 was going off. It was full of incredible looking birds with faces too perfect for nature to have moulded. Korean birds love plastic surgery. Even members of my family here have had work done. It’s an accepted joke that blokes here aren't shocked when their kids come out ugly.
I was totally brushed by two 21 year olds when they found out I was 28. Funnily enough Bavan ended up running into one of them in the office and quote “she was ashen faced”. I suppose you would be shocked seeing an Indian guy with a job (I’m kidding Bavan. I know you’re Sri Lankan). Small world isn’t it? Though at the same time she is probably saying to her friend “I ran into that sleazy Indian guy from M2 at work today”
M2 is 20,000 won to get in on Saturdays but they usually have guest DJs so it’s not too bad. Anyway I think it’s the only house place in Seoul so if anyone knows another place do tell.
We left that place early in the morning and had a bizarre run in with some local gangsters. They invited us over to share some soju and we stupidly agreed. It was comical trying to see them communicate with Bavan. "Me gangsta! You friend!" said the heavily tattoed gangster.
We got the fuck outta Dodge and went for one last drink at Limelight in Itaewon. Classy!
It’s a weird feeling meeting someone who you haven’t seen for ages. I was anxious for some reason. I recognised her straight away. It was kind of funny because she didn’t recognise me. Apparently I was in a suit the last time she saw a picture of me and looked like a kid in my casual clothes. I remembered her as a young woman and it was kind of freaky to see her older. It was bit awkward at first as I wasn’t sure how I was to greet her. Was I supposed to give her a hug which I would normally do at home? In the end we both settled for a pat on the shoulder. Koreans aren’t really an affectionate people unless they’ve been drinking then you have them surgically removed.
As I watched the city wizz by, I answered the usual questions. Seoul looked compact nestled between mountains, split in two by the mighty Han River and looked nothing like how I remembered it. It was as I watched the other drivers that I realised that everyone looked like me. Cool! Yoomi and her husband (Chai Hyung) took me out for the first of many Korean barbeque dinners and very kindly dropped me off at my hotel. The Ritz Carlton is f’ing expensive they charged me 60,000 won for three coffees! That’s 10 quid per coffee. Luckily, thanks to Bavan I have experienced fine accommodation in a number of cities for nix so I guess it all balances out in the end.
The best way to recover from a massive hangover is to get hammered again. Bavan and I decided to hit Hongdae. It’s full of universities and jam packed with bars, clubs and pubs. Koreans seem to love their hip hop. I hate hip hop and we spent many minutes looking for a place to drink. By accident we stumbled across the infamous Tin Pan Alley. Some teachers (does everyone teach English here?) we met there pointed us towards a club called M2.
M2 was going off. It was full of incredible looking birds with faces too perfect for nature to have moulded. Korean birds love plastic surgery. Even members of my family here have had work done. It’s an accepted joke that blokes here aren't shocked when their kids come out ugly.
I was totally brushed by two 21 year olds when they found out I was 28. Funnily enough Bavan ended up running into one of them in the office and quote “she was ashen faced”. I suppose you would be shocked seeing an Indian guy with a job (I’m kidding Bavan. I know you’re Sri Lankan). Small world isn’t it? Though at the same time she is probably saying to her friend “I ran into that sleazy Indian guy from M2 at work today”
M2 is 20,000 won to get in on Saturdays but they usually have guest DJs so it’s not too bad. Anyway I think it’s the only house place in Seoul so if anyone knows another place do tell.
We left that place early in the morning and had a bizarre run in with some local gangsters. They invited us over to share some soju and we stupidly agreed. It was comical trying to see them communicate with Bavan. "Me gangsta! You friend!" said the heavily tattoed gangster.
We got the fuck outta Dodge and went for one last drink at Limelight in Itaewon. Classy!
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