You sign up for a song and then when it's your turn to sing, the microphone cord can be slid down this guided-track type thingy to make sure it can reach any seat! It was incredible!
The ride was practically empty - it was me, Mike, Michael and like three or four other Koreans. So then the ride starts up and we realize that what's unique about it is that the guy controlling the ride has a microphone and uses it to interrogate/torture the riders by asking them questions and then shaking and/or bouncing the shit out of them while they try to answer. Since non-Koreans are kind of a rarity in this part of Korea, we were instant celebrities, and the guy controlling the ride WOULD NOT LEAVE US alone. The bleachers totally filled up as he spent the next 30 minutes (literally!) asking us questions in broken English while making fun of us in Korean to the audience and spinning us around and bumping us up and down. It was INSANITY.
The worst part was that the only handles that you could use to hold on while being bounced or spun were behind you at shoulder height. But when you reached back to hang on, every time the ride bounced, your triceps would get smashed against the ride. (But, in retrospect, it was still the best ride-value I've ever gotten for three tickets!)
The flight from San Francisco arrived, and when Micheal was at the baggage carousel about to grab his bag, I snuck up behind him and was like "Excuse me sir, I think that's my suitcase!" He turned around to explain that it was his, and then there was like a 10 second pause while his brain tried to reconcile seeing an unexpected friend that lives in New York standing at the baggage claim in Korea with him. He was like "Holy, coincidence! What the heck are YOU doing here?" I was like "I'm teaching English with you and Mike! Surprise!" Hahahah. Here's us on the bus, heading to our first camp.
