Never too late though, right?
I went to Seoul this past weekend to meet up with some other public school teachers I met at a teacher's conference we had the other week. It was a long trek to Seoul from Yongin: over two hours, due to confusion and a couple wrong trains.
We met up in Hongik University, or "Hongdae." The area is the place to be on a Saturday night -- young folks in their 20s all gather here to eat, drink, sing and dance. The place is crowded with people and I was loving all the beautiful girls walking around. The place really is amazing -- there just isn't anywhere that is so bumping and full of young people like Hongdae in Hawaii. Being so far though, a journey into Hongdae meant that I would be staying up all night, until the transit opens in the morning.
We hit it off with some Korean BBQ and soju. The weather has been extremely muggy, so I did not really appreciate being 10 inches away from a gas fire and hot plate. We then went to a Western bar to kill time, and eventually headed to a little club that had an all-you-can-drink menu for 10,000 won for 2 hours (about $7.50). At first, it was only us there drinking and dancing (or sitting on the side, in my case). After a while and many rum and cokes though, the place started getting busy and I got drunk enough to dance. Unfortunately, I got too drunk, to the point that I was no longer thinking about having a good time or trying to meet girls -- I was just thinking about going home.
Everybody started walking around and eating, while I just followed and had my head down the whole time. I was dead-tired by 1 AM. I don't think the teacher's schedule of working at 8 mixes well with staying out late. So much for partying all night. We rested several times in the early morning. I was lying down at the park where a guy kept playing his god-damn hand drum and after tht, we then took a nap at the benches in Hongik University. Before, I laughed at all the Korean guys passed out on the streets and barely-able-to-walk drunk girls, but now, I had become just like them.
The ride home was a terror -- there were about 25 stops and it was a very shaky train. I was hungover and tired as hell and nauseous. I ended up taking a lot of breaks in between to put my head down on my lap. The blooming morning sunlight didn't help me at all. I'm sure the many other spectators just looked at me and thought, "well, here's another degenerate, alcohol-abusing youth." I just wanted a nap.
I finally got home over 3 hours after I had left Seoul. I was sticky, my clothes smelled like barbequed pork belly, I had various stains on my shirt, my pockets were filled with random handouts that people gave me in Hongdae, and I smelled terrible. I walked over to my bed and my face met the pillow.
I'm thinking maybe Hongdae again, next week.
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There were many great sights of hordes of people, of funny Koreans dancing to hip-hop, of drunk guys sitting on the ground right outside of clubs, and especially of the zombie-like crowd on that first bus out of Hongdae. Unfortunately, in my drunken state, I only managed to take these 2 pics. That picture on the left was this ridiculous trash pile the morning after our partying and the one on the right was of a Yager dispenser.






