A group of us journeyed to Seoul by train early on Saturday morning for a massive outdoor DJ festival called Global Gathering. 900 minutes of music, 900 minutes of chaos. DJs from all over the world come to strut their stuff on 6 different stages to thousands of wild party shufflers. We cracked open our first beers of the day around 10:30am and 3 hours later pulled into Seoul Station. First order of business: Lunch. A big lunch. and by big I mean a Churrascaria or a Brasillian steak buffet complete with giant Caiprinhas and Portuguese speaking waiters. I was a happy girl. Stumbling up the stairs and into the afternoon sun at 4pm into the open arms of my first bottle of soju was the sign that it was time to get my dance on. A few taxis later, we arrived at the venue - a huge outdoor park with stages, tents and drink stations set up everywhere. And that's how it went for the next 12 hours. We also managed to get hold of a box of face paint (which we accidentally forgot to return to the kind people who lent it to us - sincere apologies) which aided effortlessly in the "let's look as outrageous as possible" campaign. Ryan and I resumed our mudfest buddy system and we did sensationally well - this was assisted by attaching lanyards to our jeans and then attaching the lanyards to each other which assured that we would not lose each other in the masses. We made it until about 4am when we decided to take a taxi to Hongdae to resume the festivities and find the Taco Bell for some late night snacking.However, after a pitiful 5 minute unsuccessful search for the Mexican food fiesta we decided to make our way back to the bus terminal and find a jimjilbang (a 24 hour Korean bath house) where we could nap for a few hours before hopping on a bus back to Gwangju. It is safe (or maybe not) to say that Global Gathering very nearly defeated me, it took a full two days to recover, however that is not to say it wasn't completely worth it and a fantastic way to officially call an end to a summer of unforgettable momentos.
