Hey, what are you saying for tonight? How about swinging by good old Sillim-dong, just a ten minute walk from where I live. You’ll love it. We can have a night filled with adventure.
There are tons of bars and HOFs all over the place. We can chill and get drunk. Maybe even end up talking to people. Oh? You did that last night? And the night before? It doesn’t matter, my friend. This is Korea. We can do that every night.
But seriously, since you’ve come to Sillim, you must really want to party. I know, I know…it’s Sunday. We’re talking about Sillim, though. I’m assuming you’re aware of what Sillim offers. After we get some drinks, how about hitting up a kissing room? They’re all over the place. I’m not entirely sure what goes on in kissing rooms. I would guess it involves kissing. And no, that doesn’t mean we have to kiss each other.
Sillim doesn’t have the greatest rep. No, you’ll likely be filled with an intense creepy feeling as you walk through its seediness. After the kissing room, how about checking out one of these little places, where you get a private karaoke room, a bottle of whiskey, and a girl. Sounds to me like innocent fun.
Then, if you want, we can go over to one of the many love motel areas, where a man in a straw hat will approach you and ask you if you want a “sexy Korean girl.” I will pass. I am in a relationship, and a bit broke. If you wish to partake in this, I will not judge you. Will you be upset if I write about it on my blog, complete with your full name?
Oh, who the heck are we kidding? This isn’t for us. Although, I must admit, I’m rather fascinated by it. You’re right – to hell with it. We don’t associate with kissing rooms and men in straw hats. Let’s just get some booze and cigarettes and hang out down by the river that runs through the place. There are lots of high school kids smoking down there, and sometimes couples sit under the bridge and kiss. You look a bit depressed. Yeah, I agree, the place does have a bit of a lonely feeling about it.
Shit, this place is beat. I’m starting to feel depressed too. It’s late and I’m feeling tired. You can crash on my floor if you want. Tomorrow Sillim will still be here – like a lot of people, it never really changes at all. Let’s snag a little street food before we leave. I bet the street food ladies have great stories to tell. Tons of ‘em. I wonder if they have anyone to tell them to. It would be a shame if they didn’t.
(This blog was created with the help of my girlfriend’s cell phone camera. I am aware that the photography is not, shall we say, of a professional quality.)