Day 4: Seoul Train

I swore I wouldn't do a Seoul pun. They're too easy, just sitting there waiting to be picked off. But here we are and we'll all just have to deal with it together. At the very least, it's true, I got the train from Busan to the ROK capital.


To rewind a little, the second night in Busan was better than the first. That guy I guessed was a middle-aged German hippy turned out to be a middle-aged French hippy who'd been travelling for two years non-stop. I asked him how he afforded it and he paused and said... uh, it's a secret. There was a Japanese guy too, as well as the owner, who brought out beers and Korean liquor and we sat around for a couple of hours. I think the owner guy might have been subtly hitting on the Japanese guy, but it could have just been drink-related.
The next day I was on the train to Seoul. It was pretty much the same as the Shinkansen in Japan. Seoul is much more promising, people wise, my hostel room is full of bags and mess and someone left a laptop just sitting there. Might turn out to be worth hanging out for a few days.
I'm so hungry. So very hungry.

Edit: I have now eaten and made karaoke plans with Germans.