Busan, Chapter I

Of course we started early, just as I requested, at dawn. Dawn is the time reserved to embark a journey, particularly those that kept you awake the whole other night, made you restless with thoughts and anxiety (the weather is going to be dreadful, I heard!), and of course wrestle in bed with excitement.

Then there's a thing about having the cerulean sky over your head and the cold fresh air filling your lungs, wanderlust? It works as a specific painkiller on the shoulders and the head (of course nothing exists on your back, silly!), and it allows you to pace away from home with a pair of feather feet.

Waiting at the train station is another thing, however, exchanging nervous glances between the restroom and the clock, tapping your feet as a minor symptom of living as a precipitant natured being, needlessly checking your tickets and the dates written, October 12th (no mistake over there!). Then ten minutes before 7:53, hurrying down the stairs, cold gushes of wind slapping across your face (hello, train!), then going onboard. Immediately, these will be the first two things you'll notice: packed space and sleeping guests.

From here it'll be a series of cut-out episodes of consciousness and unconsciousness (like falling asleep with chocolates in your mouth. Unholy in the eyes of a dentist), brief moments of clarity will be when you look outside the window, take a photo, and eat the emergency supplies you've prepared, til you make another pilgrimage to dreamland.

I believe you've noticed the gradual shift from sunshine to a grey and dark Busan sky; ominous and depressing, just as I feared... But having already braced our mentality (the purpose of spending a sleepless night), we've decided to do our things no matter what. 

First thing we did after leaving the Busan station was choosing the Busan city tour bus as our mode of transport, just because it seemed more practical than catching taxis every time we moved (our primary goal was to go to Haeundae beach) and it was my first time to Busan (Please don't question my ethnicity). 

The driver and an announcer and an mc (all in one) was there to explain the sights we were to see, but this particular driver of a single decked bus kept taunting us about how unlucky we were to miss a double decked bus, a funny man who made the ride a lot more entertaining.

Gwangalli Beach

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