BUSAN IS FOR BALLERS

after my 7 day trip to Hong Kong (work), i decided to take a trip to Busan (play) and ball out for a night…

flew back to Seoul from Hong Kong, woke up with a nasty cold the next day, went to the studio to try to relax, do some painting, and ended up zoning out for 5 hours trying to master the “bamboo stroke” (which is totally different from a dirty sanchez and all of that). instead, i was high on coffee and i painted a lot of what looked like dead flowers (and what the painting instructor called “angry plants”).

non-macro close up of angry and/or dead flowers… mixed with caffeine induced hand-shakes

caught a train later that day from Seoul to Busan. sick and tired (and also, er, sick and tired), i zonked out for most of the ride. i had anticipated a 5 hour ride (cause that’s what it’s always been, that’s what i’ve been told), but there’s apparantly been a new train running for a while now which only takes 3. it goes super mega ultra fast.

view from the hotel. semi-baller. wasn’t facing the beach, but if you wedged your head into the tilt-open window, you could see the beach.

the weather was garbage, the city was dope. i apparantly got there the day before a typhoon was expected to hit the city. that’s what happens when you plan a trip 9 hours before you actually go. you don’t look into weather and shit like that. i had a ballerific time and blew some ballertastic money that i should have paid bills with instead… and what’s the most ballerest thing i found in Busan, you ask? well duh…

The Kenny Rogers music room, of course!