As the title suggests, I spent some time this weekend in Busan. This was my second trip to the coastal city located about 50 miles south of Daegu. Conor (Ireland), Scott (New Zealand) and I caught the slow train from Daegu Station to Busan Station after lunch on Saturday. The trip took less than an hour and a half and cost 7,000 won, or half the price of a KTX ticket. We plan to utilize the slow trains for short trips in the future.
Thanks to the quickly approaching rainy season, we were treated to some beautiful clouds when we arrived in Busan.
We caught a cab from Busan Station to Haeundae Beach, which is arguably the most famous beach in Korea. The weather was pretty nasty, so we walked straight to the Hostel (Pobi Guesthouse). My new girlfriend (an irresponsibly hot hostel employee) helped us check in. (Side note: she doesn’t exactly know that she is my girlfriend…but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.)
Instead of heading straight to a bar, we decided to save some money and have a few drinks in the hostel. I had forgotten how much fun it can be to relax with friends in a quiet place, as opposed to fighting the crowds in loud bars. Opportunities to hang out in a private setting are rare in Korea because our apartments are far too small to accommodate guests.
After a few drinks at the hostel, we made our way to Gwangalli Beach to join the rest of our friends. Shortly after leaving the hostel, Scott and I were surprised to find a new bar (under construction) with a familiar name. It is being built less than two blocks away from the hostel. This definitely merits a trip back to Haeundae Beach.
The rest of the night was a blur. We spent the entire time bar hopping and neighborhood hopping. Not long after meeting up in Gwangalli, the entire group (20+ foreigners) headed to the Kyungsang University neighborhood. This is a hot spot for the 20-somethings in Busan at night. We got tired of the crowded bars pretty quickly, so a few of us walked to a nearby Family Mart (Korean convenience store chain). We were surprised to find that there were TONS of other foreigners who had the same idea. We found ourselves in the middle of a block party of sorts.
I decided to head home early – I split a cab with the first group to return to the hostel. I heard that I missed one hell of a party after 1am, but I was awake and alive on Sunday to enjoy the beach. I think I made the right choice.
I have a couple more stories about the weekend, but they can wait for other posts. I think this is a great place to end it.
Until next time.