Bali, whatevs. Cally, whatevs. Indo, Ausie, Costa, who cares. The real fifteen-dollar question is, can you surf the Korean peninsula? Answer: kinda.
In the spring of 2006, Me and Rory heard the typhoon reports and decided to search it out. We hopped a train to Busan, planning to trowel North along the coastline amidst steal factories and drying squid. After a brief visit to Russian town, a shake of the head “No, thanks” to the miraculous vixens, we made a lame and lucky maneuver. “Fack-it, lets just get a cab?” "Uhh, anyong haseo, uhh . . joeio surfing, jueseyo, comsahamnida" (Hey, I like surfing, can you bring me surfing, thanks very much.) The cab driver turns in his seat and responds, "Ne," (Yeah, sure I can bring you guys surfing, no problem.)
Thirty-dollar cab ride and he drops us off in front of the line-up. And we’re set. This was the spot for the next six months. What was the surf like? Shallow, steep, fast-breaking and shoulder high. Not ideal, but real.
The next time you're through Korea come on down and catch a wave. You can rent boards, wetsiuts, drink whiskey and get in on a BBQ at the local surf shop. Here's da link kids - www.surfinghaeundae.com
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