Alex here.
Blood! Morning. So close to Seoul. So close to our friends.
We have to reach them, the mission is clear, the goal confirmed. No more excuses. Muscles are burning, joints are tearing, and the screams we held inside finally burst free. Nothing can stop us now…
Well, maybe except a 7-Eleven and a forty-minute, multi-course coffee break.
Fueled by caffeine and stubborn pride, we pushed harder than ever. Some demonic force was driving us forward, maybe it was the smell of Seoul in the air… maybe the birthplace of BLACKPINK itself calling us to glory. Whatever it was, we rode like possessed men, unstoppable, unbreakable.
And then, we made it.
Fifteen kilometres from Namsan Tower. The city skyline finally in sight.
But before I end this post: a confession.
Michael and I had a bet: who would crash first, who would spill the first blood.
For days, neither of us broke.
Until today.
Give a man a nearly broken scooter, the heaviest backpack in Korea, and a long downhill path… and fate will take its course. Michael's blood christened the bike trail, a sacrifice to the gods of perseverance.
Now we sit here, barely able to move, bones and muscles screaming, but our spirits soaring.
Because we did it.
We saw my wonderful friends.
(And yes, I hope they'll leave some likes under this post, we earned them.)
Seoul, well, we may crawl rather than ride tomorrow, but nothing will stop us from reaching that tower.
We will touch it.
We will smell it.
And yes… we might even lick it.
The Final Push Through Pain
