Saturday, 4ish: One afternoon in Hongdae, Amy and I stop in a local café to sip caramel milk tea and devour this incredible creation.
8ish: We find ourselves at Vapiano, an Italian restaurant in Gangnam that specialises in freshly made pasta.
8:30ish: The food is amazing. The wine is even better.
9ish: We look like this.
10ish: We head to the most amazing hookah bar in the city, where you take off your shoes at the door and sit on bunkbeds underneath rainbow lights smoking mixtures like apple-mint and strawberry-cherry and listen to spacey locals strum guitars.
Midnightish: We sneak bottles of soju, beer and makgeolli into noraebang.
1ish: This is what it begins to look like.
3ish: Bar o’clock.
And quesadilla o’clock.
4:30ish: On route to [yet another] bar, we are summoned onto the back of an orange truck by a team of both foreigners and locals. Bags of fruit thrust at us, we begin our burgeoning careers as fruit vendors, yelling out to passerbys as we sleepily circumnavigate the club circuit: ‘오렌지 2천원, 맛있어요! 어서오세요!’ (‘Oranges, 2,000 won! They’re delicious! Come quickly!’)
Believe it or not, we sell a shitton of that fruit.
5ish: Photos end. We go to another bar to drink beer and wait for the subway to open. I am ready for a nap.
7ish: Home, finally. The sky is turning a dangerous shade of pale as I come out of the subway station. It is finally bedtime.
11ish: …and now up for a Skype date.
Ready for next week.