Friday June 27th
We had the whole day free to ourselves until 3pm.
We had breakfast together and then all met down at the beach on our own time.
It was sunny, hot and sandy with a light breeze blowing off the water. The water was so clear and ranged from aquamarine to teal to dark blue.
I arrived at the beach in my two piece: an off white tube top with a gold zipper front and forest green bottoms.
Our guide loved throwing people in the water who didn't want to swim. The first time, in Busan, I out smarted him by going in on my own accord. I tried to get away with it again but he followed me down to the water. I was waist deep but before I could dive in, he swiped my legs out from under me and I got a nose full of salt water. It was all in good fun- but I prepared myself for a second sabotage. I filled a water bottle with water and made a huge ball of seaweed and kept it by my side the rest of the afternoon.
He tried to throw me in the water a second time an hour later. He spotted my seaweed/ water arsenal sitting next to me.
I stood up- armed and ready.
At which point, I fell for the oldest trick in the book.
He came up close to me. Pointed behind me and whispered something I couldn't understand. I asked, "What?" 4 times before finally looking behind me.
He snatched me up and started carrying me to the water. I poured the bottle of water on his head but he was undeterred. I started thrashing around and putting my weight backwards because I knew I didn't have that far to fall.
At this point, it wasn't about not going in the water; it was about not losing.
Well kids, there were no winners or losers that day.
I don't know exactly what happened or how it happened but I wriggled out of his arms and landed in the sand. Topless. My hands around my chest and my gold zipper bikini top- which flung off like a rubber band- way, way out of reach. Our female staff member came rushing over with a towel while everyone else held their breath and then finally burst out laughing.
I thought it was hilarious. Our tour guide thought it was embarrassing.
The moral of the story is: I always win. Don't mess with me. (Or I'll flash you)
Let's just say, no one tried to throw anyone in the water after that.
We hung out at the beach until lunch time- our guide made Japanese curry! We had to pack everything up and make it to the airport to catch our flight back to Seoul.
When we got to the airport, we all sat in the cafeteria and the staff handed out papers. We wrote our name at the top and then passed them around to have everyone sign them like a yearbook.We had a few hours at the airport to shop and grab dinner and then boarded the plane.
We arrived at the Women's Building (our hostel) just in time for curfew (the elevator stops running at 11pm and we were on the 13th floor). They handed out our papers that everyone signed. I organized my luggage and then went to sleep. It was my last night in Korea.
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