Campin' too

We camped on a beach in the shadow of the scenic and over-touristed Seongsan. We watched a steady stream of tour buses roll in and out of Seongsan. Crappy way to see the island - get out, take pictures for 20 minutes, get back on, get out, eat at kick-back restaurant, get back on, repeat for 4 days. I always notice that within a 10 minute walk of most tacky or obvious places the buses stop, there are at least 3 other amazing little places where the tour buses don't stop. They are as scenic, or more scenic than the regular stops. This is fine with me, because it means that they are always empty. Anyways, get off the stupid tour buses for good, people, clearly I know best.
We got these cheap-o camo tents off the net, and man were they cheap - kinda like play tents, but they got the job done. Problem with these tents is that they came peg-less, which explains why I woke up in the middle of an intense midnight gale to find the top of the tent touching my face. The beach barbecue was epic.
Not to self: I'm never drinking soju again.
I won't even tell the story about how I fixed my sandy hair up with soju, snuck into a nearby resort, and proceeded to stagger around and talk to people, charmingly convincing them that I was indeed a paying guest. I eventually found what I was looking for - pristine shining commodes, and delicious if somewhat front-loaded convenience store sandwiches.