3 weeks in and I have already went on my first trip in Korea. It was my earliest morning since I’ve been here, waking up at 7am to get on the party bus headed to Boryeong beach. It was packed with foreigners, most of whom had been drinking through the night and were continuing their partying for the entire weekend with no sleep. Once we arrived at the beach, I was so excited to just be walking barefoot in sand and going in the ocean. It was cloudy and looked like it would start raining any second, but we didn’t care. We were about to get real dirty, so the rain would not even be a factor.
We spent some time on the beach then headed over to Mudfest aka the biggest party in South Korea. It felt like every foreigner in the country was there at the same time, plus thousands of Koreans. I was too clean when I got there and people were almost mocking us for how clean we were. Some people just came up to us and hugged us or spread mud on us just to make us feel welcome. By the time we finally got muddy, it was like a christening. We walked around proud, like members of a tribe. The booze was flowing endlessly and was fueling the entire mood and atmosphere of the festival, everyone without the slightest care about the less than ideal weather. People were walking around like muddy soldiers, they didn’t want to be clean. They came here to get dirty. So did we. There was something so punk rock about it. I loved the whole atmosphere. Even after mudfest was over, the after party continued through the whole night. We slept on a matted floor and we slept well. We had a late night feast of spine soup. By the time the trip was over and I was back at my apartment, I experienced for the first time the relief of being “home” in my Korean apartment. I slept hard until work the next day. That was my journey to Boryeong Mudfest and as long as I’m still in Korea this time next year, I will be revisiting for Mudfest 2013.