I woke up to a nice message from the girls wishing me well with my travels and I headed to the main bus station to grab my bus up to Seoul for my final stop in South Korea. Once I arrived in Seoul, trying to suss out the metro system and even the ticketing for it is a nightmare and following the signs down to the line I wanted seemed to take me on a wild goose chase. Anyway I worked it out and made it to Hongik University stop to find my ticket wouldn’t let me ...

Time to jump on yet another bus, this time to Gwangju, easier said than done as I went to the bus station to buy my ticket to be told it was the other bus station, which is where?! After trying to ask a few people whilst aimlessly walking around, I think a bus depot car park, I was pointed in the direction of another bus that was the correct bus station. Grabbed my ticket and boarded the bus. We stopped off at a service station and I got ‘chatting’ to a very ...

Before jumping on the bus to Daegu, I spent a bit of the morning enjoying a coffee with Soli and Verena. Then we did the goodbyes as I grabbed my bag and jumped on the bus to the bus stop (learnt form the walk to the hostel that I can’t bring myself to walk all that way). The bus to Daegu only took a few hours and was painless. From the bus station it was relatively easy to navigate the train a couple of stops down to the main station; Daegu. Outside the statio...

Gyeongju is up next and as I got on the train to the bus stop, which is out of the main city, aren’t they always?! Least unlike SE Asia you don’t have to rely on rip off taxis taking you. I could sense this guy with bright purple hair staring at me, then he came over to talk to me because I looked ‘bored’. He was Korean but just returned from living in Singapore. It’s funny what complete strangers what to divulge to you, as he proceeded to tell me that ...

After a minor delay I boarded the budget Peach aircraft and hit the cloudy wet skies bound for Busan. Immigration was a breeze and eventually after people seemed to have gone my bag appears on the carousal with a snapped umbrella poking out. I got chatting to Verena, a German girl in the bus queue and we boarded the airport limousine bus, greeted by the most miserable driver imaginable, for Paradise Hotel (the closest stop to my hostel) for 7,000 won (£4.50) whi...