The jazz bar was happening. It was semi packed. It made the club in Busan look very dismil. The drink prices were outrageous. I guess they reflected the kind of clientle that the club owners desired. Needless to say I only bought one drink for the whole night. I just couldn’t justify the price for one cocktail.
The band had a singer but she didn’t impress me too much. The korean woman showed barely any emotion while she sang. She didn’t move her lower body the whole show. In fact she looked quite bored or unimpressed to be honest. The saxophonist was good. It is weird to see these Koreans playing jazz.
We decided to walk back to the hotel as we had walked there. Some man decided to give us directions but his directions took us over 1h 30min to reach our hotel, when it should only take 40 minutes. Andrew gets on my nerves because I knew the way we had come but he wouldn’t listen to me but instead listened to some guy from New York. And of course turned out to be the wrong move.
To top the evening off it rained down, in fact it poured down on us while we were walking. I was a beautiful sight walking into the hotel, with mascara running down both cheeks!!