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.

Too tired, too blasé

DSC03658Sent on a teachers’ workshop for two days. Unwilling I might add but not under protest. The first part was actually watching an open class and giving feedback.

Some people (the Native speakers) were easy to talk to, and some of whom I could make friends of, and some of them I took an instant dislike to.  The resort we all stayed at had no beds, just floor bedding. It’s traditional you know.  With all of these get-togethers there’s always drinking involved. Cut to 2am. Some one had too much to drink, had forgotten where his room was and was noisily trying to find his room, with a sober friend in tow. What an idiot this guy was. Handle your liquor better next time, bud.

Tired and increasingly irritable at my colleagues, I passed on learning an instrument, instead preferring to pass out on the floor to get a nap. I wasn’t the only one who showed bold-face disinterest.