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Yep, here are the pictures of the motel we stayed in. This is one freaky motel, even the exterior gives the creepy vibes one would get, familiar to crime scenes. This was taken at night (I think we were the only ones staying there).

And here's a big-ass key that they gave us. It's almost as if they gave us a dildo instead, except that we're both guys and thus, have no need for dildos (unless we like it up the ass, in which case we're probably homosexuals and thus have no need for dildos anyway). The big-ass key is placed beside our SKY phones for an objective comparison of how big-ass it really is, and it really is big-ass even when you compare things objectively.

Uhhh yep, that was truly me, drunk. It was terrible, I really had troubles concentrating on walking back to the hotel, and I think the people at Family Mart were talking about throwing me unceremoniously into the cold, cold, wintery night.





I can remember everything I did and said, and I can remember every response. Being drunk is not without its benefits though, because I remember scalding myself with hot water while making myself some beef noodles (cup noodles) and not feeling much simply because I was drunk.







The bad things were:





1) hangover



2) near-puking on the 2hr bus ride to Sokcho.















At Sokcho, we checked into a motel much like those haunted mansions. Or those mansions in which inhabitants are slowly killed off while Kindaichi takes his time to solve the crime. It's freaky, and the fact that the wallpaper of the owner of the motel's computer is photoshopped (almost as if those weren't his grandchildren, but stuffings of dead people) didn't help much. In fact, it didn't help at all, and if it were meant to help decrease the murderous aura, it had an effect bordering on a counter-effect--I didn't stay to read manga.







The stay was cheap though, 30K won, so....yea. We ended up barricading and sleeping against the door, because we didn't dare to leave the door unguarded. We didn't want to end up dead. We didn't want Kindaichi to fly over from Japan to solve our murder cases (in which case we're the ones murdered).




I'd upload pictures of the creepy-hotel when I get the chance to, don't worry, and I'd update this exact same post to make more sense.




And right now I'm typing from a Samsung laptop (bet my virginity that you've never heard of this brand of laptops before) in the posh-looking estate of E's friend. Her family is too nice omg (yes, E's friend is a female), the mother brought us to tour Ulsan for the whole day! I have no idea how can they be so nice seriously I don't deserve this, I didn't teach their child English for 2 months (E did, not me), I really don't deserve this and I should disappear from the face of the earth (of S. Korea at least).



Perhaps it's time for me to stop using their computer at least, and simply fade away into the bed, for a second day with this family who'd bombard us (or me at least) with their pleasantries and hospitality that would make any normal human being wilt =\



No, I'm not being ungrateful. I'm truly thankful to them for being so nice and all, but being fussed on is...too much, especially since we aren't really related to them. I guess I'd just have to get used to it.








Not having to pay for our meals and accomodation and transport is refreshing though, and much though this seems very materialistic, it's because we're running low on money and we don't really want to use the credit/debit cards at our disposal. The enormity of this favour is crushing me though =\