All eyes

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Making steps, towards

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Some of that, please

IMG_1052edit (Yeah, some of that please.)

Nocturnal conversations

Beer? The answer is always more beer

When I happened upon this fantastic mound of beer bottles I was quite surprised. On examination they were all empities, and stacked at least 3 meters tall and about 5 or 6 meters long. Though in Chinese new year they tend to let off a lot of fireworks. So much so, that in recent years there have been restrictions due to the amount of smog the gunpowder produces. However, the other side of CNY is socialization and get-togethers. This results in the consumption of beer. The end result is what you see here.

“Only mussels and chips” oh, the humanity!

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Before

It wasn’t the name of the cafe that was interesting, but they had mussels on offer for lunch. I found out the name later when I paid up at the till. I ordered a Leffe brune beer while my other half had a Leffe Blonde. Both enjoyable with the accompanying food; a sampling of grilled mussels and steamed mussels (pdf). Sometime later, both of us were a stuffed, as my order of mussels came with chips, and we were all getting on a bit on the soused side. The real tragedy in all of this? There was so much of one dish to eat we didn’t finish any of either dish. Though my wife did later have a hankering for steamed mussels. Getting on the piss will do that to you.

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Oh, the humanity!

 

A mis-shapened stain, it’s just plain paralytic

Not exactly miles of piss-stained corridors but more of a door with a suspicious looking stain. My question is, how did the guy get enough pressure to reach that high? Or did he use a step-ladder instead?

Sinchon is one of the ubiquitous bar districts in Seoul, not unsurprisingly close to the main universities. Observing some of the students in what must be their first time experiencing alcohol of any sort, was sort of fun. Sitting on the steps downstairs of a bar, were two students, one cradling his mate’s head on his knees. Coming back down the stairs again, not two minutes later, we had seen that the inebriated student had been sick. On his mate’s knee, calf and possibly shoe, but mainly on the pavement. Ick. His mate had bought a bottle of water for this instance and was giving his friend the water. Good to see the buddy system in action.

Another scene where two other students were sat outside a 7-11 superette. The taller one had had his fill and was feeling the effects of his bravado. His mate had decided to leave him then, and he being without physical or moral support decided to lie down on the elevated step that lead up to the superette. The girls are even worse, having even less tolerance to alcohol than the boys. Fortunately I’ve never had one of the guys get so drunk as to say that I was handsome. I was standing outside waiting for a friend at the time. Geez. I just stepped aside, and the pair of girls walked upstairs to the bar.

Koreans look ridiculous when they’re drunk, when they should know better. Maybe I’m thinking this because even though New Zealanders get to drink at a younger age, at home, under controlled conditions. The legal drinking age in NZ is more or less the same, at 18 years of age. In my time at Massey university, the Square in Palmerston North there were literally a dozen bars all within walking distance of each other. In Sinchon, they were within stones throw away or less. Literally 2-3 blocks of restaurants and bars. Not once did I see a policeman, police car or paddy wagon in the area. In comparison in New Zealand you’d see regular patrols, just to keep the drunks off the street.