Yeah, I did the Ginseng Festival, and it was hella tight. After,
we--200 deep--rented out a school and through a big dance party out in
the middle of no where.
I rep Kia.
After trying all different kinds of ginseng, one gets a little crazy; however, I maintained my cool.
Eating different kinds of ginseng dishes. The guy raising his
hand thought he might be having sex in the woods, so he brought all of
the necessities, including bug spray, extra rubs, and an extra pillow
and blanket.
In Korea, there are definitely some fucked up things. Here is a women draging herself across the street begging for money.
Yeah, we took over the street. I am on the left-hand side, second row.
Here we are picking ginseng in this really tight valley.
At night, we all gathered around the fire and chanted Yonsei
cheers. Soon after this, we started clubbing in the middle of
nowhere. It was really fun. (oh yeah, I got really high
agian with this guy from netherlands in this farm area while talking
about tight shit. People from the Netherlands roll this biggest
J's I have ever seen.)
This is the river right next to where we stayed. This is about 9 am the next day.
Can you believe there is a fucking goat just chill right next to a fucking river?
So, this is me, and right behind me, someone is burning hot peppers, which, of coarse, blinds me for most of the day.