There were better experiences. We took a trip out to Gwangali Beach to see the weekly drone show at night. Hundreds of small lights brilliantly coordinated to form a variety of Asian themed pictures, such as dragons and archers. Interestingly, the bus back was actually the highlight of the evening. Crammed full of slightly inebriated bar-hoppers, we chanced to catch a bus that’s renowned in Busan for its internal ‘decoration’. Much of the available space, other than the seats, was occupied by a multitude of stuffed animal toys. Slogans and newspaper cuttings filled more space, along with ‘lucky’ four-leaf clover leaves. All were designed to amuse you on your journey and it worked. The driver himself was the most courteous guy you could meet, personally greeting passengers as they boarded and saying goodbye as they left. We were the last off and he made a show of stopping the bus mid-road to allow us to cross in front of him, enthusiastically waving us off as we walked by. Back in the seedy delights of Toseong-dong on the way to the hotel, we came across a mobile karaoke maid. A middle aged woman, pushing a large cart in which her audio gear was presumably stored, was roaming the streets with a microphone, drunkenly singing and encouraging those around her to take the mike and join in. At that time on a Saturday night there were loads of willing punters, all of whom made unearthly noises, caterwauling away like their lives depended on it. Others around came to watch and danced away like drunken idiots. Most amusing indeed.