So, after lunch we decided to venture out to Bundang, which is a satellite city of Seoul after 30 kilometers away. We had never been there before so it seemed like a good as place as any. We took the bus and got there and realized it was the middle of nowhere and turned around and came back. The middle of nowhere in a foreign country is not as attractive as say the middle of nowhere in someplace familiar. When it is a foreign country, it just feels like “damn, this is really the middle of nowhere.”
So we turned around and came back and now I am sitting here typing this blog with a mixed drink of vodka and grapefruit juice feeling like a surly explorer of the turn of the previous century, refined, cultured, and accomplished.
Bundang is busto.
Bundang is behind us.
Bundang is my Beatrice.
I am just screwing around. It was a lot of apartment blocks and a bus station on some country highway.