While writing my posting describing my visit to Soyo Mountain, I came across this very funny posting about the exploits of four drunk and stoned GIs on the mountain that is worth a read. Here is a sample:
Well, since we had all just spent most of our money on booze and tattoos, we were pretty much broke, and a cab ride that distance was out of the question. So we decided to hitchhike. We probably got about 7 or 8 miles before someone picked us up. It was a little Korean pickup truck. There were two guys in the front and two guys in the bed. We hopped in the bed of the truck only to realize that these guys didn’t speak a single word of English, and we spoke like 5 words of Korean. Fortunately one of the things they did understand was Soyo Mountain.
We headed off. It didn’t take us long to notice that there was a sealed black plastic trash bag laying flat in the truck, containing something, that was moving. Pete who was sitting to one side of the bag freaked out a little bit, backing away from it and asking “What the fuck is in there man?†Of course the Koreans didn’t understand the question, but saw what he was pointing to and started cracking up. These two were laughing like crazy people, pointing at the bag and pointing at Pete. Then one of them starts trying to tell us in hand gestures what was in there and what it was for. So he takes two fingers and puts them down on the floor and makes them hop. Dumbass Pete say’s “Bunnies? You got bunnies in there?†Of course it was obvious that they were too small to be rabbits and he was trying to say frogs, but like I said, Pete wasn’t too bright.
Anyway the guy opens the bag and pulls out a frog, they were just regular size green frogs, and he holds it by the back of its legs. Then he makes a sign like he’s punching the frog, throws his head back and opens his mouth and pretends to drop the frog in his mouth. He then acts like he’s swallowing something big, smiles huge and rubs his belly. But that’s not the worst part. Then he makes the universal sign for jacking off, his curled hand moving very quickly in and out between his legs.
At that point we all said “What the fuck?†at just about the same time. We understood that he was saying that the frogs were for eating, apparently whole and unconscious but still alive, but what the hell was the whacking off about?
Well you can find out what the whacking off was about along with the rest of their adventure on the mountain by clicking here.
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3:02 pm on January 26th, 2008 1
A very gay posting
How I long to read about people in the 70s who lived in thatched roofed houses and violated curfew, received article 15s which stay on his record for 25 years and later he was executed for his deeds then whines about having troops in Korea because his son can not stay out past 3am in Korea
12:17 am on January 27th, 2008 2
Damn, that was hilarious. Thanks so much for sharing that link!
I don’t think kingkitty read it. The time period was the early 90s, and it reminded me very much of my Korean experience during a similar timeframe.
12:25 am on January 27th, 2008 3
I was just reading a comment at the end of it. Funny how upset people get at the telling of a story.
If a similar story was told about what happened at Mt Vernon when a Korean ran into a bunch of Mississipi bumpkins, think an American would pipe in about how rude Koreans were? A little defensive I’d say…protesteth too much?
6:43 am on January 27th, 2008 4
Although the story was funny and entertaining, the author is obviously embellishing quite a bit, or he just doesn’t remember things that well.
I was stationed at Camps Hovey and Casey at the same time that he was and don’t remember clubs opening up at 10 AM, at least not in Tokuri. TDC, maybe, but in Tokuri you would have been hard pressed to get Mr. Kim at Chicago Pizza to cook you a bowl of ramyen at 10AM back then.
I also don’t remember Soyo-san being 30 miles south of Camp Hovey. wtf? We used to go up there all the time, for hiking and rappelling, and there were plenty of Americans up there too.
10:58 am on January 27th, 2008 5
I notice the 30 mile thing as well but I figured they were sitting in the back of a truck and he probably doesn’t know his Korean geography all that well. Nevertheless a pretty funny story.
4:04 am on February 21st, 2008 6
I’m the author of the linked to post, which has changed by the way to http://trefry.net/blog/soyo-mountain-adventure/ (I haven’t figured out how to configure the redirects yet)
Thanks for enjoying the post. Regarding the accuracy of certain things. I realized that it may not have been completely accurate when I wrote it, as I was recalling from memory an event that had happened 15 years previously.
Soyo was perhaps less than 30 miles, but it was certainly outside of 15 miles, as that was the limit of distance without a pass, and that was one of the charges brought against us. I was completely guessing at the distance based on my perception of how long we were in that truck.
And the clubs and the tattoos did occur in TDC, you are correct. I lived in an apartment off post in Tokuri, and I had completely forgotten that that the town on the other side of post was not the same town.
Tokuri was completely dead at 10 am, but there were still several clubs open 24 hours in TDC.
Sorry for the innacuracies, memory is a fuzzy thing