He was out in full force last weekend. Brad and I traveled on a bus to PyeongChang, better known for its upcoming bid to host the 2014 Winter Olympics it is also host to the lesser spectator sport of a annual football tournament. We joined a team from Incheon full of 50 year old buys with a penchant for the booze. The ride thre was a 3 hour affair full of soju, beer and kareoke. The bus had its own system hooked up to a mic travelling up and down the isles of the bus belting out timeless Korean tunes in the key of awful. Not involved in the frivolity Brad and I cautiously watched from the front as especially one fella, aptly named the soju master frequented the chiller for more and more until the walk to the ront of the bus replicated the ease of a Vietnamese land mine crossing. We arrived and played a game within ourselves on a grass pitch, which for me was a unique experience here in Asia. After 30mins I could actually smell the booze coming out of our skin. We retired to a lodge about an hours drive away for the night and the FA cup final.

 

Sunday was the tournament and we played 4 games, again on a grass pitch. We lost all I think but the 28 odd degree day was filled with drinking and a magnificent pork BBQ (butchered on the spot). We left at 2pm and after yet another stop at a restaurant which would easily be condemned in New Zealand for any number of 100 reasons not including the poultry wandering the toilets for Seoul. Here, there was more than slight interest in the size of Brad and my manhood. The topic of conversation wa to use chopsticks to produce a rough estimate of each players penis size and then a request to follow the lead. We politley diverted conversation but this only spurred one guy on to casualy grope me while I was eating my hotter than the sun noodles. I think I was molested at least half a dozen times. The 5 hour traffic congested trip home has since left me slight of hearing. The kareoke was in full voice with half cut men prancing the isle for three hours. This after a day in the sun and numerous football games following a sleepless night and a prison hazing was the perfect end to the trip known in the Vercs history as random.