...woke and early and had a good head start. Up and down around mountains. Reminded me a lot of Tennessee (except for the constant view of water). Beautiful colors due to the massive amounts of rain recently. Road for about 4 hours to Pohang
. Overcast the whole way, but no rain!! Beach on the left and mountains on the right for about three hours. Not a bad way to spend a Friday morning.
I stopped along the way for a restroom break and a chance to rest the bike. I called my buddy Eddie who lives in Pohang to see when he got off work. It was much later than I would be arriving. I made impeccable timing. Highway 7 was smooth riding. Top speed all the way! I was gonna pick up some meat for Eddie at the stop because they had plenty to sell.
I opted not to because it would be a while till he got off work and I wasn't in the mood to lug around spoiled meat all day. Plus, I didn't know if he was a cooker or had a grill. I figured I'd get him a beer instead. He ended up being able to meet me for lunch. I had already ordered, but easily was able to order enough for two. We had a spicy seafood plate with squid, conch, small shrimp, clams, and a mystery creature of the sea, veggies and a firey red sauce with a cold cold beer. We sat there peering out into the deep blue sea talking about stuff. After lunch we went to his pad in a very interesting manner. He had his bicycle and I had my motorcycle. He hitched, meaning that he sat on his bike and held one hand on his handle bars and the other on the back of my cruiser.
I was careful not to accel to quickly so I didn't rip his arm out of socket or make his crash. We got plenty of smiles and thumbs up and even a few horns (I think they were good job horns and not "get-the-hell-outta-my-way" horns). We chilled for a bit. His dug his spread a lot. He had a loft for his bed, plenty of space and a bidet. I came to the conclusioin that he took advantage of its features because of the lack of any toilet paper or he's like me and just takes care of business at school.
I cruised around the city while he finished his late classes. We met back at his place when he finished for the day. We did a little bit of pregaming before we went out. He told me about his trip to China and I spoke of my travels in Japan. It is interesting to find out how these three countries (and Korea) are surpisingly almost nothing alike.
Eddie takes her for a spin
Once we had a pretty good buzz (damn Jim Beam) we set out to meet some guys at the hotdog stand. We had a bite and then went to grow the crew a bit. Once we put down the bottle we hit a chicken and beer joint. A good place because it reminded me of my local spot and has encouraged me to be a better patron. Nothing like a good plate of chicken and a pitcher of beer. But man how I miss college!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! $10 for all the beer and chicken wings you can handle from 5-8. ahhhh :( Can go back to undergrad please. Anyway, side tracked...from there to the beach where we ran into the whole crew of Pohang. Then off to the local pub where the foreigners gather around. It was a pretty good place. Lots of foreigners for sure. I met some interesting characters there. The guy from the hotdog joint joined us there and he was a hoot.
Some girl taught him a hand slapping game (1. you hold your hands out face down 2. mine underneath face up 3. I try to slap yours before you can move them). It was so funny cause she got him every single time. His response was, "I'm so ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" in a Korean guys accent. I was able to find plenty of opportunities to use this phrase with him for the rest of the night. We finally wound up at...McDonalds! Of all places! The one place on the earth I don't like the food from. I have managed to avoid this cesspool for quite sometime and here I was hammered drunk late night/early morning gobbling up some egg mcmuffins and hashbrowns. I even had a soda (without even any rum). Things I've sworn off. I couldn't believe I caved. But I was so hungry and Pohang doesn't have late night street vendors.
Ahh, this evening should have ended much earlier. We were not in condition for this. Someone even got kicked out of there for trying to take some french fries. On his behalf, the guy had a valid point as the manager said he was gonna throw them out. But I am sure he was not pleased to see 20 white folks come in there, lit.
So the next day Eddie and I met some Korean guys for lunch. A soup I like to call "hangover stew." It's basically warm noodles with a slightly spicy sauce. There are a few greens in there. Pretty light, perfect to help one recover from a night of what apparently consisted of tequila shots (they don't have limes in Korea either, only lemons!).