SEOUL, KOREA

Koreans love to eat, drink, and watch their RED DEVILS play soccer. In a local restaurant serving up some delicious bul gal bi (short ribs) and bul go ki, Sung and I partook in all three, as the Korean national team was playing Iran in a World Cup qualifier. Afterwards, we hit up an octopus stand, and shared one raw tentacle (with another bottle of soju), that had been cut up and were wiggling all over the place. A dab of hot sauce and its down the hatch!! You will never make a dent in the tentacles so it is pointless to chew for more than 5 seconds. Just swallow the thing. Tasted rubbery.

So feeling pretty good now, we take a 15 min cab ride to HONGDAE, a place filled w/ several universities and bars. We then got smashed. I remember vaguely leaving the bar and talking to some people (though I could have dreamt this). Next thing I know, a couple Koreans wake me up. The sun is out, and it is 8 am. I did a quick check. Wallets here, a few minor scrapes, clothes are dirty. I have no idea where I am, but apparently I had slept on the effing street. I pay 100 won to use the public bathroom, and hail a cab. I tell the driver, "TAKE ME TO SEOUL." He looks at me cockeyed and tells me, I assume, to get out. I wander around for 30 min looking for a computer to look up the hostel address. (BTW our hostel is called THE BONG HOUSE, run by Mr. BONG who is very nice) I am still very dizzy. The police station is around the corner, and the nice officers allow me to look up the address, and even wrote it down on a piece of paper in Korean. 20 min later I stumble into THE BONG HOUSE, where I see Sung passed out on the bed in our room. He said later that he got back 30 min before me. He slept in the street as well. Just a couple of hobos in SEOUL, KOREA.