Hotel Mork Howa Busan
124-830 Bomil 2-Dong, Dong-Ku Busan, 42254, Korea Rep.
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... After food we were out meeting some of Marks mates in a bar, Irish and Canadians who have moved out here to teach English, make some money and wait out the ****** economical situation back home.
There are many ex-pats out here, all teaching English. I was told there were 3 types of people living in Busan, young European/American English teachers, Russian ship workers and Koreans.
This place does not stop. There's a firm 24 ...
Busan: Confusion, Conversion and Consternation
... which offers better views that Yondusan park. On one side is the harbor; the other the main city of Busan. It’s not exactly a pretty city, but it’s located between many mountains so it ends up looking probably more dramatic than it really is.
I don’t know how, but I ended up spending three hours in that mall, just wandering through stores I’ve seen everywhere else I’ve ever been. It’s amazing how easy it is to ...
Haedong Yonggungsa Temple & Fisheries Museum
This weekend I had to go back to a travel agent in Busan to pickup my passport with China visa (a story for later). The travel agent is near the end of the green line two stops after haeundae beach. On the coast there is a famous temple on the rocks where people go to watch the sunrise and the first sunrise on new years, so I decided to check that out. Nearby is another beach Songjeong which is supposedly quieter than Busans other two main beaches ...
Släp-poks-raks-aiih!
... Minulla ja kylvettäjälläni ei ollut yhteistä kieltä, mutta ei siinä paljon kyllä kyseltykään. Kun hän sanoi "okei" se tarkoitti yleensä yhden vaiheen päättymistä ja seuraavaan, entistä erikoisempaan vaiheeseen siirtymistä. Ensin minut hangattiin kintaalla päästä varpaisiin riuskin ottein. Olin selälläni, mahallani, kyljelläni, toisella kyljelläni ja vielä kerran selälläni, mahallani, kyljelläni jne. Kasvoillani oli ...
Back On The Saddle
... and getting the obligatory picture posed in front of the Indy poster with Sia, I then headed to the airport. The rain that had threatened yesterday finally arrived, but it was too late, I was leaving. And as I climbed the stairs onto the plane, I turned on the last and shook my fist at the sky, in the direction of my mountain nemesis, Namsen. "Damn you Namsen!" I screamed. “I will return, and conquer you!”
I didn’t really, but it’s a nice image to end ...


