Are You Coming?...Wow! I Haven't Said That In A While!!

Ok, so this past weekend was Mud Festival round 2. Since, last weekend didn't go as well as I had hoped for I decided to return. Rudy, Danny, Marco, Joanne, myself and a few others kept each other company for the weekend. We all met at Yongsan station early Saturday morning to get our train tickets and head out together for the two and a half hour long train ride. Thanks to Rudy who booked us tickets on a Korail train we got to enjoy comfy seats that reclined and there was a cafeteria where we could enjoy food and drinks. Our train left at 9:30 in the morning, but I started drinking at 7:00 on my way to meet Joanne. Turns out I was a half hour late meeting her and we still made it to Yongsan 15 minutes early. Anyways, we arrived in Daechun around 12:30 and hopped on a bus that took us to the motels area. It was a crowded and smelly bus ride, but once you've been in Korea a while you become immune to the smell and crowds.

Joanne and I on the bus happy that we have arrived and are about to get muddy.

Once the bus dropped us off at the motel area we dropped our bags off, changed into our beach clothes and headed out into the mud. Joanne, Marco and I were sharing a room with some other friends who hadn't arrived yet, so we spent most of the weekend together. Since I didn't go in the mud at all last weekend I was a bit scared at first, so I wanted to start off slow. Well, Joanne decides the mud prison would be a good place to start, so in we go. Yeah! You stand inside the prison and volunteers who are working the festival throw buckets of mud at you. It sort of hurt at first, but then you just stopped caring, or maybe that was the soju talking. Once we got out of the mud prison I found a very clean Korean couple to take our picture. This was just the beginning of the mud.

Marco, Joanne and I after the mud prison. The double ziploc bags protected my camera from the mud.

Now, that we were all muddy we moved onto another mud attraction, self-body painting. There were tables set-up on the beach with buckets full of mud and paintbrushes. This was where you painted yourself with mud or each other or even random strangers.

Rudy and I enjoying the mud, but mostly each other.

These are my Seoul peeps whom I love to death. Me, Danny, Rudy and Marco.

At the self-painting station I was lucky enough to get painted by an old Korean man. He was having the time of his life painting me. It was awkward, but hilarious all at the same time. Unfortunately, that didn't get documented. Sorry, to disappoint. Instead, for your viewing pleasure is a picture of a Korean man wearing a speedo and checking to make sure "it" is still there. If I had to see this, so do you.

Random Korean man in speedo, checking for his package.

A view of the beach by the main stage. It was 50-50 Koreans to foreigners.

One of the huge inflatable mud slides they had at the festival.

Once I ran out of alcohol Joanne and I decided to clean off in the ocean and head back to the motel to grab some more. While I was cleaning off in the ocean a huge wave came and I went under the water to avoid drowning not realizing that my sunglasses were on my head and they flew off under the water never to be found again :( I was upset about it for about 5 minutes when I realized they only cost me $7 and they weren't my good sunglasses. I figured wearing the cheap pair and losing them wouldn't be as bad/sad as losing my good pair. I can be pretty smart sometimes. Brittany will be quite sad that I lost them because we bought them together back home...Sorry, B.

A very clean Joanne posing with 3 very muddy Korean boys who were checking themselves out in the mirror. I mean really? You are all muddy, who cares.

Joanne and I on the way back to the hotel to replenish our alcohol supply. Oh, how sweet it is to be clean and by clean I mean not muddy because the beach water was dirty from all the pollution of Mud Festival.

On the way back to the hotel guess who we randomly bumped into? Lisa, Lindsay and Nicole. Incheon Representing!!

I was enjoying my Malibu way to much Saturday. I polished off what was left in the bottle before we headed back to the beach...Oops! It may have gotten the best of me.

There was a huge rave/hip hop party on the main stage Saturday night, so Joanne and I changed into clean, dry clothes and headed down to the beach with Marco and alcohol in tow. We eventually lost Marco because he was busy flirting with Korean girls, so we danced the night away with Christa and Bryn, more Incheoners we met up with. We hung out at the dance party and the beach unil about 3:00 a.m. when we had finally decided there wasn't that much happening anymore the dance party ended and it was starting to rain.

Sunday morning came far to early when we woke up with soju/malibu headaches and lack of sleep. We didn't end up leaving the hotel room at all Sunday until we checked out at 2:30 and headed to the train station. The train ride home was relaxing and quiet. Most of us slept the entire train ride, which was very much needed after the weekend we had. I would say that Mud Festival has been the highlight of Korea for me so far. It was an amazing weekend that I'm glad turned out so well and I wish it happened all summer because that is where I would spend my weekends.