A brief trip to Gunsan. Getting ‘handy’ on the bus.
In the spirit of making sure I don’t get too stale in Andong, I went off to see Marc in Gunsan this weekend, albeit for less then a day. Being the last Saturday of the month our classes started at 9:30 instead of the regular Saturday time of 2, so I was able to catch a bus to Daejon, and then a connecting bus to Gunsan which I’d otherwise not be able to do any other Saturday due to the late time.
The trip as per usual was draining, although I was lucky enough to score an empty seat between Andong and Gumi (sadly not pronounced Gummi), but then had to share from Daejon to Gunsan with a guy who had a nasty habit of snoring. Loudly.
5 hours later I was in Gunsan and managed to find my way to Lion’s apartment without too much fuss (even when the taxi driver completely went the wrong way).
Seeing as I only got there at around 8, the first stop was dinner and a spicy chicken place, served together with cabbage, onions and red chili paste, cooked at the table. I also had a chance to meet Lion’s new girlfriend, Holly, who was quite charming.
Afterwards Lion and I made our way to Zen Bar for a few drinks. I’d been there before but this time I was entertained not only by a very good Korean Elvis impersonator, but by a complete fire show on and behind the bar. I have to admit I was more then entertained even if my eyebrows nearly were singed off.
Sunday morning we got up early, and despite both feeling rather seedy (since Holly was also feeling seedy and we didn’t drink much, we can only assume it was the chicken) we took a walk down beside the lake to do a spot of fishing. Well, Lion went fishing, I piked out at the last moment seeing as I had both my camera and my dodgy stomach.
The last time I was here it was covered in snow and everything was bare and brown. Much like Andong the contrast between summer and winter is very evident in Gunsan as I’m sure it is everywhere else in Korea.
Lion fishing.
This Korean chap seemed to have a lot of success in catching small fish but nothing big. He probably caught 3 or 4 fish in the 15 minutes we saw him, throwing them all back of course. Sadly, a lot of Korean fisherman have a nasty and destructive habit of catching fish and then just dropping them on the beach to die instead of placing them back into to water to get bigger.
Heavy clouds, and while it rained while I was there, it always seemed to when I was indoors. I guess I was just lucky.
Ok, this isn’t some magic Gunsan castle. Its in fact a wedding hall where Korean couples go to get married. No doubt its playing on the fantasy aspect of being married in a castle (even a poxy looking one). Should I ever get married to a Korean I would definitely get married in one, I mean, come on, could it get any more tacky???
Little picnic area at the end of the lake.
After about an hour or so fishing Lion caught a fish on his last cast of the day. Amazingly he’d never caught this type of fish in the lake before and initially when he pulled it out I thought it was an eel of some sort. He was pretty stoked to catch it.
As you can see its an ugly mofo of a fish. Amusingly a local guy was looking on at us when Lion caught the fish and had a chuckle when Lion was reluctant to touch the fish to get it off the hook. But look at it, its almost half fish, half snake. Freaky.
Cherry blossoms. Much like Andong some of the streets in Gunsan has cherry blossoms.
A nice park I walked past.
So that was my brief trip to Gunsan.
The trip home was rather eventful itself. On the bus trip between Gunsan and Daejon I was forced to sit on the back seat next to an extremely beautiful woman (not that I was force to sit next to a beautiful woman that is) and as you do on most longish trips we both fell asleep. I awoke sometime later feeling something moving on my ‘groinal’ area. I looked down and saw the girl beside me had fallen asleep, slouched over me, and her hand had fallen in a very embarrassing spot for me.
Now I couldn’t really wake her up and ask her to move her hand, and at the same time I didn’t want to move it myself incase she woke up and just assumed I was putting it there and freak out, so I was kind of stumped as to what I should do.
So, I’m not sure of it was the rocking motion of the bus, or the fact that I had a woman’s hand resting on my groin (which, and let’s be honest, hasn’t happened for a while) but there was definitely some ‘movement’ starting to happen down there which I wasn’t completely in control of. Hey, I am a guy after all, what can I say?! Now, considering my previous two options, nothing could possibly be more embarrassing then this girl waking up and finding her head slumped over my lap and her hand resting on my, umm, now soon to be ‘excited’ state, so I had to do something. Obviously.
I pretended to go back to sleep, and then started to turn away from her hoping that she’d wake up and notice her compromising position without thinking I’d ever noticed. Thankfully, oh thankfully, it worked and I heard her give out a little gasp and felt her move away quick smart.
And of course neither of us made eye contact on the ride again or at the bus stop at Daejon.
I suppose that was my little bit of excitement for the month. Ha!
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26/6/2005 - Sunday 10:41 pm
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By joon, 27/6/2005 - Monday @ 9:51 pm
lets face it david…you have a magnetic johnson!
women unconsciously reach for it in their sleep, the youth worship and model idols of it….youre the greatest man in the world… superman! thank the lord you have no idea of your power, or the rest of us would forever be compared to you
or do you? is what we see here just clark kent ramblings? are you afraid of your power? moving to a conservative city in a conservative country looking to break the shackles of constant sexual attention
dont be afraid david…, YOU ARE penisman! jump out of our world and embrace your destiny…20 inches is only a start, us mortal men can build 100 floors high!
By Turd Ferguson, 28/6/2005 - Tuesday @ 3:26 pm
Joon, are you suggesting we erect a fitting monument, a “replication” of David’s penis? I fear God would strike us in a lethal fury, and our ideas of (and reverence for) David’s long pole of destruction would lose their unity. A sort of Tower of Bable scenario without the languages or the vanity, well maybe the vanity. Step softly ghost. Imagine a penis that extends to heaven and incites the wrath of god. Imagine that . . . .
By Bar Bar Butt, 28/6/2005 - Tuesday @ 5:34 pm
Mr Snead, sir, I beg you to show some sympathy towards our young host. His plight reminds me of a sticky situation I once encountered whilst crossing India on a train in the 1960s. Only it wasn’t a beautiful women, it was a monkey that fell asleep on my lap. Imagine my dilemma, after all the train was full of Hindu’s, who if they had seen that I was aroused by something they held so holy would surely have sacrificed me. What did I do? I hear you ask. Well that’s a story for another day.