The group of us were waiting for our train at the rail station, getting ready to head home to Seoul after an eventful trip to Pusan and Gyeongju. The train that we were supposed to be traveling in, was not the clean and spacious KTX express train; instead it resembled more of an ordinary subway train. Reason being we were cheapskate tourists who opted for the KR youthpass, unaware of the 'surprises' that was in store for us.
The train doors were blocked by a mob of ajummas and ajeossis (aunties and uncles). So we had to push our way through this pile of humanity to get into the train because we didn’t want to stand on our wobbly legs throughout a 3 hr ride. We were seoul..seoul tired after days of walking and late nights. And being a 好公民 was the last thing on our minds.
Despite our valiant efforts, we were left with no seats. While placing my belongings on the floor, Ariyo exclaimed to us that that an ajumma just walked past and molested him.
The ajumma flashed a flirtatious smile at us as she friskily hopped back to her seat beside her hubby.
The ajumma was at least 50. We tried hard to get a good shot of her but she kept siamming.
Ariyo recounted between sobs of humiliation that the ajumma deliberately bumped into him, slid her hand and groped his butt. I suspect that there might have been an additional squeeze in that swift action sequence but Ariyo didn’t want to go into details. Poor Ariyo. He’s still awful traumatized right now. Holed up and shivering under his blanket in his dorm.
It seemed like this ajumma's skill with men was an innate faculty, nothing she had deliberately cultivated--that certain half-smile, a quirk of the brow, a careless, as if accidental, caress that drew men to her like a sexy queen bee, oozing oomph. The lascivious ajeossis in train started to flock to her, engaging in some incoherent banter, flirting, giggling, patting. Which soon transformed into hugs and lewd, indiscriminate acts like riding on their laps and slapping each others asses..it was so wicked that I was speechless.
The unbelievable part was that the ajumma played along with them, with her husband beside her! (in fact, the other couples behaved in the same manner, oblivious to their spouses’ reaction ) Harbouring some bizarre sort of tit-for-tat mentality, her husband went around the train, looking for prospective girls/women/anyone that he could lay his hands on by deliberately colliding into them. It was as if they were issued a guilt-free pass along with their train ticket. I forgot to mention that the folks were really drunk and high on soju, which probably explains their liberated and heightened state.
Thankfully, I’m a guy so I watched with amusement at the entire sexual pantomime unfolding in front of me. Hey I have seen lots of bizarre stuff but this definitely makes it into the top 5. It seemed kind of surreal. And it made me a little queasy, it was as if..I was watching some uncut scenes out of an awful, anachronistic ream of porn that was marked as “XXtremely Taboo” . All the ajeossis and ajummas are old enough to be grandmothers and grandfathers. I cant imagine if their children/ grandchildren were to see them.
If I am girl, this would undoubtedly be my most miserable ride in Korea. Lol.
The smell on the train was pretty bad…the dozen of ajummas besides me whipped out a bottle of soju and a container of kimchi, and began their own party. Needless to say, chaos ensued.
The drunk people on the carriage would get into drunken arguments, shoving each other, screaming and yelling. Ajummas would be cursing obscenities at their hubbies or random ajeossis who try to take advantage of them, women giggling incessantly as men piled on them, and some of them breaking out into impromptu karaoke performances.
Not to forget inane and wanton acts: There was this ajeossi who had a rip in his pants and he went around, exhibiting to the commuters his gaping hole and slapping his ass like some experienced, dirty pornstar who wanted to be punished.
My words can't do justice. The entire scene was so crazy. I think that the Crazy Horse act is nothing compared to this. This was so risqué, so bawdy and yet amidst all the debauchery and intoxication, there was a palpable sense of euphoria, which I secretly envied them for and wished that I were a part of.
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