Mud Fest

Yeah. The mud fest sucked. It sounded like so much fun. What with the mud and the beach and the fireworks and everything. It was cold, though, and it rained on and off the whole time.

In the first place, it took Sarah and I 6 hours to get to the fucking beach. Two different trains, a couple of cabs and a bus that was standing room only. Katie called me, drunk, while we were jammed into the aisle of the bus. "What is this, fucking 'Planes, Trains and Automobiles'?!" she asked. We got to Boryeong around 5 pm after promising Katie that we would be there around 1 and we checked into our shitty room that we were paying 3 times more than it should have been. Katie and her friends were already drunk and we quickly tried to catch up.

A drunk Korean guy kept talking to us while we were eating ramen and drinking on the shore. He kept ofering us more alcohol and disgusting pastries. He was smashed though and spent the majority of the time looking down Katie's shirt. We eventually moved on down the beach and found more alcohol. It gets a bit hazy after that but highlights included: me accidentally knocking Katie to the ground while trying to push her into the surf, jumproping, unsuccesfully trying to give everyone airplane rides and having beer thrown at me by Sandy. We found a few other friends and drank more on the boardwalk and watched the firework show, which was pretty good. Around 2 we headed back to the hotel and fell asleep. The entire first day was mud-less.

We woke up late the next day and wandered around in the rain. We did find the mud though. It wasn't the mud filled beach we had expected. They bring in large garbage cans full of mud and you have to scoop out handfulls to put on yourself. Lame. The mud slides and wrestling looked cool but the lines were rediculously long. Despite all that we did get a bit muddy and swam around in the surf with the couple hundred other people on the beach. We left around 4 and made our way back to Busan, getting in at 11. It was a long trip for a really mediocre weekend.

Rafting this weekend has to be better. Right?