Right. I lied. South Korea is definitely more than just Hongdae.

This university street has back alleys for the curious and anti-social. Wandering along those tiny roads at night brings about rap battles on one side, a zombie coffee shop in another and some dude with his car’s trunk popped open. Upon closer inspection, I found he was selling drinks at very attractive rates.

Let me get back to that zombie coffee, it left a taste to be missed and longed for. Weeks after this side-trip, I was in Cebu looking for a brew to satisfy what my lips had once enjoyed.

Wish they sold those by the bucket; buckets I could smuggle into luggage. Maybe I was too intoxicated to ask.