so, i was going to go to this beach temple today. but after a late start, the sun was setting much earlier than i was comfortable with, and i found myself aimless at busan station.
there was some nice art that doubled as a fountain.
an unexpected bible-thumper who had a great handle on the pronunciation of “hellelujah.”
and a china town! though most of the chinese stuff i saw consisted of restaurants and zodiac sign tiles…
there were, however, quite a few people who were Definitely Russians…
and yes that sign does say “mutton beer hope.”
there were also a lot of phillipino ladies in very short skirts. and some bar with “texas” in the name. i used my detective skills to deduce that i was on texas street, aka the “sketchiest part of town,” a place infamous for… well, russians and hookers.
after the second time i was mistaken for a russian prostitute, i decided it was time to go home. the conversations went a little like this:
some guy: “hi.”
me: (stop walking, turn around): “hi.”
some guy: “where are you going?”
me: “uhhh… i’m just kind of walking around…”
some guy: “where’re you from?”
me: (not understanding accent) “huh?”
some guy: “are you… russian?” (lewd sneer)
me: “nope! american! okay, byeeeee!”
shoulda gone to the beach temple…