The sand in that area was really nice! It was fine, white, and clean. It felt so good to bury my feet in it! I just had to do it again, and again, and again until.... well....
If any of you reading this have spent any time with me at a beach, you will know very well that, for whatever reason, I end up digging a hole. It usually starts with me digging with just my toes and, soon enough, I wind up climbing into the hole and digging until I can hide in it.
At first, Hannah was highly amused by me doing it and then, to my surprise, she joined in as well!
After a while, people were coming from various parts of the beach to see what the crazy white people were doing to their beach. Some looked confused, some pretended not to notice me noticing them, and some even came right up and took photos and videos! One Korean man asked us if we were digging a grave (I've actually never heard that one before) and one Indonesian tourist even jumped into the hole with me and had his buddy take our picture! I would not be surprised if Hannah and I wind up on youtube or something.
We even had a couple of helpers and imitators!
So, that's the short story of the Hole of Haeundae and how Hannah and I briefly became beach celebrities. I'm totally going to make a bigger hole next time; so big I can swim in it!
-Garrett
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