It started with a beer. It ended watching bulls fight.
I have a good friend who claims that all good ideas start with a beer. In this case, he may be right. The annual bullfighting championships are held in Cheongju, Gyeongnamdo. We had heard about the event but it wasn’t until 7pm on Saturday night sitting in a bar in Andong that we decided it might be worth a look. To make the trek down there worthwhile we left the bar as soon as we saw the bottom of our glasses.
Andong to Daegu. Cocktails in a bag. Darts. Table football. Love motel.
Daegu to Cheongju. Breakfast. Tickets purchased. Seats located. First bull fight started.
In addition to the bull fighting we were able to sample an array of peach flavoured products, make our own pizza and watch some of the most ridiculous entertainment I have had the pleasure of coming across. Our spontaneous decision had paid off. There was just the long journey home to contend with, and a battle with the cool breeze that picked up as soon as we were ready to leave. Had we thought this excursion through we probably would have brought a jumper. Perhaps a toothbrush, change of underwear and suncream too. But if we’d have planned it, it wouldn’t have been half as much fun.