Properly Lost

Getting to Busan was the easy part. We knew the Metro well enough that getting to the main station was a piece of cake. From there we only needed to try 3 ATM's and five cards from three banks to get a new cash supply, and quickly we were cruising in luxury and at Shinkansen like speeds of 270km/h towards our new destination.

Once there, things got more interesting. We stopped seing a single other white person, and the english speaking abilities of people around us seemed to disappear quite the same. One of us did get chatted up on the train to our accomodation, which somewhat set the tone for what was to come.

The address we got didn't seem to exist. We did a lot to overcome our language barriers to try and get help from the locals, asked several cab drivers, attempted to use random Korean messages that one of our friends prepared for us, and none of it seemed to bring us a single bit closer to finding out where this accomodation house of ours actually was. Three hours of getting stared at, spat at, and in general not really getting welcomed, and we cut our loses by just finding a normal hotel, with a big sign, and an english speaking reception.

The good news, the taxi ride was amazing with some beautiful rainbow coloured bridges which we crossed, and our new district is also filled with plenty of life. Once we got settled into our even cheaper accomodation that seemed to be closer to the big tourist attractions and in a nicer part of town, walking through the night was a real pleasure (especially since the temperature didn't drop as badly as in Seoul).

Tomorrow still needs to be planned, but the evening should be filled with at least as much illuminated water front and nice city lights as it was today.