As I rode the train from Seoul back to Busan, I got word that my flight that day had been cancelled because a big bad Typhoon decided to make its way through Japan. I had to act fast, so I bought the cheapest espresso I could find and shamelessly used a cafe’s WiFi for hours (seriously, the best part about Korea is the availability of WiFi) to make calls to my airline. After an extraordinary amount of waiting, I finally got through, only to be told all the flights the next day were full.
So I told them to give me my money back and bought a ticket on the airline that got me to Busan in the first place. After all that, I never did fly Peach.
With a whole day to spend in Busan, I found a really cheap hostel close to the station, and asked the owner if he had any recommendations in the city. Without any hesitation, he said I should go check out the beach, despite the crappy weather.