Started Friday night in the Shisha (hooka) bar. Love this place, mellow and relaxing. Nothing like kicking back, drinking wine, and smoking the hooka. During the chitchat I learned some truths about some folks, and feel the fool for trusting them. On the plus side learned one friend is completely trustworthy.
Then off to the mud festival, a total blast. Imagine, if you will, THOUSANDS of westerners and Koreans getting together for drinking and playing in the mud. Some of the truths from revealed here were:
I am cursed to have a farmers tan. 2 days of sun, and my legs and trunk are still way too white. On the plus side I apparently don't burn either.
If you are a 98 pound man there are things you don't do. One of them is to lay claim to a patch of public beach during a festival to set up umbrellas that people can pay to sit under. If you do this and then try to kick a lot (600+) of drunken partying folks off of it, you do not start with the large group of drunken G.I.s.
During such a festival as this, if the stores near the beach sell fireworks they will be used on the beach. Drunk westerners will shoot roman candles at any thing/body. Trying to stop these things from happening is unwise at best.
No beach should be without rum or tequila. Soju and Makali (Korean booze) just doesn't do the job.
At no time should you bring any small dogs to an occasion as this, especially if you have dyed their ears and tail different colors (don't ask, it is a fashion statement here).
All in all a good time was had
EDIT: posted some of the pictures from the fest on my photo-blog
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Now, that is an unusual way to spend a weekend. To think, I just went to the pool!
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