Let's Caja The Fuck Outta Here

 

I went to Busan this weekend with two foreign coworkers at the prospect of drinking margaritas on the beach despite it not being remotely close to beach weather.

So we arrive at Busan station and as we are waiting for a Subway, two Korean girls come up to us and start talking to us.  They are like “so I guess you speak English so we thought we’d talk to you.”  Random but ok.  So we are talking to these girls for one or two minutes when Robbie, in attempt to keep the conversation going, asks the one girl if she grew up speaking Korean or English.  And then she told us about how she was born in Korea and was adopted and brought to America but then she found her birth parents and moved back to Korea and she discovered she has two older sisters (TWO OLDER SISTERS – that means her parents just had a third kid and were like “nope, we don’t want this one”) and she was going to her father’s 60^th birthday party.  First of all: waaaaaaaaaaaaayy too much information.  Second of all:  I obviously don’t know the details of her situation but if I were her, or her birth parents, or her adopted parents, or her siblings, I’d be PISSED OFF in all aspects.  But to each his own I guess….

Later on we find a hotel to stay at.  By the way, these hotels are awesome.  They just give you a little mat and you sleep on the floor.  I’m thinking of getting one for my room here.  Anyway, the hotel guy is showing us our room and then proceeds to demonstrate to us own to open and close the door.  Like, we’re foreigners, we’re not idiots.  I know you might think it’s one in the same, but give us a little credit, just a little.

We do some sight-seeing including hiking to a temple right next to the ocean at night and standing before the most gigantic Buddha I have ever seen in my entire life (it must have been three stories high) and everything is good. 

Then we go to meet up with a girl named Sunny I met in Yeosu.  She takes us around to a few bars including a bar called “Thursday Party” which sells flavored beer.  At first, like me, you might think “White Chocolate flavored beer?  Awesome!” but let me assure you that it is in fact, not awesome.  It’s too much white chocolate and barely any beer.  Bleh.  Anyway, we end up at a Macholi bar and they have plum flavored Macholi!  (I didn’t learn anything from the flavored beer incident.)  So I’m all “we have to get plum flavored Macoli!  Because I LOVE PLUMS.”  And it was delicious.  What wasn’t so delicious was as a side dish they served the worms that I tasted at Nagan.  Now everyone at the table was mocking me because I didn’t actually eat the worm at Nagan.  I put it in my mouth, bit down, and then spit it out.  So now I was under pressure to actually eat one.  And I did.  And it was gross.  But now I can say I have officially eaten a bug/worm thing.  Gross.

Sunny leaves but we continue our drinking shenanigans eventually ending up at a bar that’s playing awful techno music.  The guys at the bar, apparently inspired by the hypnotic beats, are dancing on the counter and taking their pants off to reveal their speedo-like under wear.  That was about when Meg turns to me and goes “Let’s caja (카 자<let’s go>) the fuck outta here.”  So we “cajaed the fuck outta there”  (I love that) and went back to the hotel. 

We were talking about movies and plays and Robbie had never heard of A Streetcar Named Desire (my all-time favorite play) so I was telling him he had to watch it.  The conversation eventually turning into talking about Darrell from The Office and Hot Tub Time Machine and before we all went to sleep Robbie goes “I’ll remember to watch  A Hot Tub Named Desire or whatever it’s called.

            Our last little adventure before calling it a weekend was sitting on the Subway and watching a 10-year-old looking kid lick the poles on the Subway train. Dis-gus-ting.  Overall, a really good weekend.