What's the best part about riding a train, about travelling amongst strangers? Is it the view, the snacks, the little naps? Opinions might differ, but for me it's the fact that you're captured in a fairly comfortable seat with a sufficiant-enough plastic table in front of you. All I need is a cup of coffee, a light paperback, a good pen and plenty of paper. That's my favourite part.
Sometimes it takes something like a trip to Busan to just sit down and scribble. It was a good ride. When I arrived it was almost three. I had called a couple of friends and my first encounter would be Sahuli. We met at a foreign station called Oncheonjang. Foreign, because I don't know my way around Busan yet. She took me to a nice coffee shop with lots of wood, a nice place to catch up.
Next stop was Sajik, an amazing spot to skate. The last time I was there has been at least three years ago. I remember, it was a fantastic tour to the south. What makes Sajik so special is the ground, I would say. It's exceptionally smooth, has its own sound, its own rhythm. The old cracks were still the same, exactly where they used to be. Pushing alone is a great experience.
For dinner we met up with Papa and Yuri. They welcomed us at Sooyoung Station and took us to a barbeque place. We chatted a lot, talked about skateboarding and other important things in life. At one point my phone lost its display functionality and I had no way to text and no way of knowing whose call I just missed. Technology can be so annoying. Never trust a display.
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