Day 38: Time for Fun

Who isn't looking for a good time? Even the late Charleton Heston was always up for a good time, albeit guns a blazin', but a good time nonetheless. So it only seems natural to take said good time, whatever it may incarnate as, and combine it with a sleeping establishment. This reminds me of the scene in Tommy Boy when they argue the virtue of having a guarantee on the box. Well, think of this as that guarantee on the box: you are assured to have a good time at this motel. As most probably know, this motel isn't your conventional establishment: it's a love motel (to borrow the Japanese). In other words, you go to this type of place for some sexy times. Of course not limited to Korea, the notion of the love motel exists for several reasons: to diddle the secretary in the middle of the day, you are caught in some area past the last scheduled train and so you can't nail the chick at home, or, probably more often than not, you live at home with your family. In a country where you live at home until you get married and mom is at home all the freaking time, the love motel serves a noble purpose. This specific motel is located halfway between a women's university and what was traditionally a men's university. Behind this motel is a whole slue of love motels, complete with sexy clubs and cars with businessmen inside waiting for their 'entertainment'. This latter part came as a surprise to me, because even though I knew that these motels existed (pretty close to my own house), I didn't know that this district was pretty hookerfied. Needless to say, I felt a bit like a fish out of water walking through this district, for the first time, on my way home.