WYRD

A Real Life Fairy Tale for Grown Children

Join Aleks & Boris on their magical journey around the world, as they meet interesting characters, get into crazy situations, and learn a little more about themselves and everything around them along the way.

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WYRD: The Wild & Weird Adventures of A+B
Part 2: South to North Korea

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This new adventure is going to be a hell of a lot different than Japan, was the first thought that filled our heads before we even left the ferry. We had just arrived at the dock, and, instantly, the energy hit us, and we knew that things were about to change drastically. After spending a few weeks in the glorious, majestic, and addictive Japan, we didn't really want to leave. But we knew that we had to keep going forward on our journey.
After all, we did have to get to North Korea.
But, that's later.

First, we wanted to explore the South Korean city that we had just stepped foot on: Busan.
We didn't really know anything about it, except for the few aerial shots that were displayed in the images section of our Google search. There was a bridge with sparkling neon lights of various shades making the coastal city look attractive from afar and transformed the nearby water into an illuminated blanket of what looked like melted Skittles.
Also, our Dutch waiter that we had befriended back in Japan told us briefly about his time there, "You'll like Busan if you enjoy calmer cities, it's definitely a more relaxed vibe than Seoul."
Well, we preferred that, so we were excited.

I have no idea why those few bits of information had us imagining an Asian version of Saint-Tropez.
I pictured us strolling along the beach, overlooking the water, and then glancing to the right to see a serene setting of couples holding hands and families following their skipping kids into the gleaming sunset.
Well, there was a beach, but it was far from calm.

The first place that we stepped into off of the ferry was a large terminal full of rushed travelers and frustrated employees. The white strips of fluorescent light blinded my tired eyeballs as I looked out to the rows of metal seats half-taken by suitcasessitting next to disgruntled people who were muttering in a language that we couldn't understand.

We had just spent nearly a month studying the mannerisms of the people of Japan. We picked up phrases to use from our new, favorite reality show: Terrace House, and then soaked in the translations from our downloaded phrasebook. We knew how to greet people, thank them, and tell them that their food was "oishii." Sooo delicious.
And now? Now, we were surrounded by entirely new sounds and new people and new lights.
Andit was too much.

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