I knew you were up to something, though I'll confess I hadn't thought of necrophilia
Gangneung proved to be an oasis that has not been found by many. The beach (as all beaches in Korea) was clean and the people were very friendly. Our heroes managed to get cheap and clean accommodation with little trouble and the whole place wasn’t covered in the intrusive neon that lines nearly every street and town in Korea.
Our foolhardy bunch of warriors headed away from this little gem of a town to the brighter and more (supposedly) glitzy town of Donghea. This proved their undoing, where superman could not handle being around kryptonite, this bunch could not handle another night of beer and soju. The carnival atmosphere that surrounded the town at night was a little too much for the tired foursome, but the pushed on nevertheless. Our story for the day does not begin here however….
After getting off the bus they were to take a 15 minute taxi ride to get out to the beach resort, not a problem. They then had to find somewhere to stay for the evening and to put their bags for the day, not been a problem up until now. Unfortunately Donghea was a lot more expensive and busy than the previous seaside town. The first place quoted the quartet at 200,000W for a night, the second 150,000W. Only after wandering around for a while were they taking under the (supposedly) caring wing of an old lady who offered them a room but was vague on the price. They arrived, tired and broken with a need to lie in a cozy bed only to be greeted with a small room that had no beds; it did have a fan though. This woman, this old hat wearing woman, damn this woman, damn her and all like her. She duped, tricked, cajoled, and bamboozled our fine young men of fact. DAMN HER.
The room could, at best, be described as ‘grotty and tiny’. Owski has been known for his unique style of bartering in order to bring prices down. It goes something along the lines of “Come on, *insert lower price here*, come on *again* COME ON” Smile and repeat. This old woman seemed impervious to this amazing onslaught of negotiation. She wouldn’t even give us any free plums (damn her). They paid their moneys and hit the beach.
In short, the place was too bright, too touristy, and too expensive. Wandering around still brought them to meeting lots of interesting people. Sitting on the beach during the day proved to be quite sedate and paddling in the gorgeous blue and green sea was a joy. But the place lacked any real character and seemed too involved with taking money out of your pocket and getting you to move on quickly.
Getting back to their tiny room, they decided to shower. The shower was situated in a shack with what Owski described as “A hole in the wall” where the water came out to wash under. It was cold, it was dirty, it was unpleasant, and the door didn’t even lock.
Our foolhardy bunch of warriors headed away from this little gem of a town to the brighter and more (supposedly) glitzy town of Donghea. This proved their undoing, where superman could not handle being around kryptonite, this bunch could not handle another night of beer and soju. The carnival atmosphere that surrounded the town at night was a little too much for the tired foursome, but the pushed on nevertheless. Our story for the day does not begin here however….
After getting off the bus they were to take a 15 minute taxi ride to get out to the beach resort, not a problem. They then had to find somewhere to stay for the evening and to put their bags for the day, not been a problem up until now. Unfortunately Donghea was a lot more expensive and busy than the previous seaside town. The first place quoted the quartet at 200,000W for a night, the second 150,000W. Only after wandering around for a while were they taking under the (supposedly) caring wing of an old lady who offered them a room but was vague on the price. They arrived, tired and broken with a need to lie in a cozy bed only to be greeted with a small room that had no beds; it did have a fan though. This woman, this old hat wearing woman, damn this woman, damn her and all like her. She duped, tricked, cajoled, and bamboozled our fine young men of fact. DAMN HER.
The room could, at best, be described as ‘grotty and tiny’. Owski has been known for his unique style of bartering in order to bring prices down. It goes something along the lines of “Come on, *insert lower price here*, come on *again* COME ON” Smile and repeat. This old woman seemed impervious to this amazing onslaught of negotiation. She wouldn’t even give us any free plums (damn her). They paid their moneys and hit the beach.
In short, the place was too bright, too touristy, and too expensive. Wandering around still brought them to meeting lots of interesting people. Sitting on the beach during the day proved to be quite sedate and paddling in the gorgeous blue and green sea was a joy. But the place lacked any real character and seemed too involved with taking money out of your pocket and getting you to move on quickly.
Getting back to their tiny room, they decided to shower. The shower was situated in a shack with what Owski described as “A hole in the wall” where the water came out to wash under. It was cold, it was dirty, it was unpleasant, and the door didn’t even lock.
And that was Donghea.
If our heroes had some different powers, such as flight, or fast running the trip back to Cheonan would have been short and easy. As it was, they had to travel for the best part of 6 hours via Seoul, not feeling the best and just wanting the warm embrace of home.
It seems that bartering, sleeping a lot, dancing, massive soju consumption, and the ability to get the squits on demand are not the best powers to have when being a superhero. You’ve got to go with what you’ve got though.
Great days.
If our heroes had some different powers, such as flight, or fast running the trip back to Cheonan would have been short and easy. As it was, they had to travel for the best part of 6 hours via Seoul, not feeling the best and just wanting the warm embrace of home.
It seems that bartering, sleeping a lot, dancing, massive soju consumption, and the ability to get the squits on demand are not the best powers to have when being a superhero. You’ve got to go with what you’ve got though.
Great days.
posted by Alanowski @ 1:18 pm
3 Comments:
That was a short run brought quickly to a close. Don't know this one, but feel like I should. I've probably seen it and don't remember.
I was right about the old woman prediction though -- yes, certainly some of the salient details were incongruous with the previous post, but prescience is like that.
Given that the old woman was immune to your powers of negotiation, it may be that she is a supervillain -- Mrs Hatski or something, I don't know how this naming thing works. She probably makes a fortune luring groups of young men to rent her empty room and, if she's anything like me, drinking their blood while they sleep to save on water rates.
It's too early.
given that the last few post were written as if Mr Owski is a superhero, AND that the quotes were from films starring superheroes, I think that's enough of a clue.
Savior of The Universe
Ah, Flash.
Or should that be Flash, Ah!
It's Flash Gordon. And I did know that line, I've got the DVD.
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