This weekend, I headed off to Busan with some friends for the epic Pirate Party. Busan is by far my favourite place in Korea. It is so beautiful, at the sea and there is plenty to do. So, we headed of bright and early on Saturday morning for some shopping, site seeing and beaching before the Pirate Party (to be had on a ship that sailed around the Busan pay, handing out free beer and cider).
Was an awesome day, heading over to Centum city and then down to Haeundae beach to see the Aquarium. Unfortunately we ran out of time for the aquarium so chilled on the beach instead. I need to come back to Busan for a full weekend of touring as there is sooo much I still haven't seen.
After the beach, we headed back to get ready for the Pirate party. Of course, we didn't have actual pirate gear, so we made do with what we could find (to my dear sisters, the "Hey Sailor" PJ's came in very handy this night). Then we headed off for the trip around the seas. I had great fun playing Kings with some Croatians- who sadly were leaving after this weekend making it hard to establish a friendship solid enough to organise a Croatian holiday... After the ship, we had a 20 min bus trip back to Haeundae. I used this time to make use of my beer courage and insist that everyone joined me for some acapella styled noraebanging (ok, truth, I insisted they join in while I stood in the middle of the bus bleating my all time favourite songs, mostly from the Beatles and Queen). In my slightly altered mind, everyone was having a great time! And, considering I may never meet these strangers again, that beautiful memory where I have the voice of an angel and the dance moves of Mick Jagger shall forever remain in tact! :D
I later met up with some of my other Gumi/Daegu friends at a club called the Wolf Gang. Soooo much fun at this place. Danced, laughed and generally had and awesome time with these amazing people. At one stage, Michelle and I walked past a stall selling fried things. Not sure what it was, but we ordered all of it, with a side of Dok Bokkie sauce (the lady obliged after we helped ourselves to some of the Dok Bokkie straight from her pot). Then we sat and ate our deep fried things- the only one I recognised was a deep fried egg.
Then we retired to our lovely Motel Room at Moby Dick. An all round awesome night that led to a Sunday filled with pain, agony and illness for those who get hungover. And a general distaste for my far too chipper Sunday face. Well done to the team though, they managed to drag themselves out of bed, into the shower (a certain Megan having to relive the torture of deciding to take a shower nap ON THE BOILER) and off to the tattoo parlor. Before you freak (this mostly aimed at my lovely Wijnberg family), I did not get a tattoo- although the idea still intrigues me and may be inevitable... This tattoo parlor was AWESOME. Home to probably the coolest guy I have met. A tattoo artist who is not covered in tattoos oddly makes his artwork extra special. He lives in this beautiful and spacious apartment and works from home. For those in Korea wanting to get a tattoo- go to Fat Buddha's in Busan. He is AMAZING!
This trip did cause a lot of laughter when the reactions of the two Megan's was compared. One arrived cocky as ever, ready to get her third tattoo. The other, a recent burn victim, probably feeling constant pain at this stage, walked in a little nervous. Well, Megan aka Joey, took the pain like a pro. Barely muttering an "oh boy" and then showing the tattoo artist her burn wound (always eliciting a big response from all, mine, uncontrollable laughter only compared to those people who laugh through funerals. It looked hellishly painful). Megan, aka Val, on the other hand was not so brazen. My favourite moment being when she told the tattoo artist to "F**k off, stop this now because it hurts!" Great when she realised those thoughts were out loud. But everyone toughed it out and were rocking awesome tattoos when leaving. Not bad for your average Sunday morning.
So, overall, still loving life. Will see again in a few weeks when monsoon season is in full swing. Off to go paragliding next weekend and saying a very sad (but excited for her) good bye to Val...
Was an awesome day, heading over to Centum city and then down to Haeundae beach to see the Aquarium. Unfortunately we ran out of time for the aquarium so chilled on the beach instead. I need to come back to Busan for a full weekend of touring as there is sooo much I still haven't seen.
After the beach, we headed back to get ready for the Pirate party. Of course, we didn't have actual pirate gear, so we made do with what we could find (to my dear sisters, the "Hey Sailor" PJ's came in very handy this night). Then we headed off for the trip around the seas. I had great fun playing Kings with some Croatians- who sadly were leaving after this weekend making it hard to establish a friendship solid enough to organise a Croatian holiday... After the ship, we had a 20 min bus trip back to Haeundae. I used this time to make use of my beer courage and insist that everyone joined me for some acapella styled noraebanging (ok, truth, I insisted they join in while I stood in the middle of the bus bleating my all time favourite songs, mostly from the Beatles and Queen). In my slightly altered mind, everyone was having a great time! And, considering I may never meet these strangers again, that beautiful memory where I have the voice of an angel and the dance moves of Mick Jagger shall forever remain in tact! :D
I later met up with some of my other Gumi/Daegu friends at a club called the Wolf Gang. Soooo much fun at this place. Danced, laughed and generally had and awesome time with these amazing people. At one stage, Michelle and I walked past a stall selling fried things. Not sure what it was, but we ordered all of it, with a side of Dok Bokkie sauce (the lady obliged after we helped ourselves to some of the Dok Bokkie straight from her pot). Then we sat and ate our deep fried things- the only one I recognised was a deep fried egg.
Then we retired to our lovely Motel Room at Moby Dick. An all round awesome night that led to a Sunday filled with pain, agony and illness for those who get hungover. And a general distaste for my far too chipper Sunday face. Well done to the team though, they managed to drag themselves out of bed, into the shower (a certain Megan having to relive the torture of deciding to take a shower nap ON THE BOILER) and off to the tattoo parlor. Before you freak (this mostly aimed at my lovely Wijnberg family), I did not get a tattoo- although the idea still intrigues me and may be inevitable... This tattoo parlor was AWESOME. Home to probably the coolest guy I have met. A tattoo artist who is not covered in tattoos oddly makes his artwork extra special. He lives in this beautiful and spacious apartment and works from home. For those in Korea wanting to get a tattoo- go to Fat Buddha's in Busan. He is AMAZING!
This trip did cause a lot of laughter when the reactions of the two Megan's was compared. One arrived cocky as ever, ready to get her third tattoo. The other, a recent burn victim, probably feeling constant pain at this stage, walked in a little nervous. Well, Megan aka Joey, took the pain like a pro. Barely muttering an "oh boy" and then showing the tattoo artist her burn wound (always eliciting a big response from all, mine, uncontrollable laughter only compared to those people who laugh through funerals. It looked hellishly painful). Megan, aka Val, on the other hand was not so brazen. My favourite moment being when she told the tattoo artist to "F**k off, stop this now because it hurts!" Great when she realised those thoughts were out loud. But everyone toughed it out and were rocking awesome tattoos when leaving. Not bad for your average Sunday morning.
So, overall, still loving life. Will see again in a few weeks when monsoon season is in full swing. Off to go paragliding next weekend and saying a very sad (but excited for her) good bye to Val...









