Day 6: When you're stuck in a nightclub and you can't get out of it

Seoul was pretty fun. I did the tourist sights last time I was there two years ago, (temples! more temples!), so this time I just hung out. The hostel, in contrast to Busan, was swimming with people. I got talking to a German girl in my room who said that people were heading out to karaoke later. What better way to celebrate having left Japan?

Karaoke in Korea (Koreoke? You heard it here first) was dissimilar to Japan in that it wasn't nearly strongly enough associated with drinking like a loon. We did an hour an the machine told us we were finished. Oh well. We tried. It would have all been pretty uneventful if the staff hadn't stopped us on the way out and threatened to call the police.

Confusion.

They claimed that two people in our group had set off the fire extinguisher downstairs, and that we had to clean it up or they'd call in a SWAT team (possible exaggeration). Instead of just telling us who did it, they made us watch the security footage. It was the two French guys who had tagged along and nobody seems to have really talked to. They tried to talk their way out of it but were instead sent down to clean. The rest of us walked off.

The second night was messier. There was a group of 15, tequila, and a nightclub. I tried to leave at 2am, but wasn't in the kind of state where I could find the exit. I found the VIP section, and was told not to go in there. I found the women's bathroom, and was told not to go in there. But I still fared better than others. Seems like most people got lost on the 15 minute walk back. One guy got two taxis and still had to walk for ages.

The night after that was a quiet one.