KMK: Texas Street

Busan station is a bustling square of travelers coming and going all day and into the night. When we pulled up it was closing in on 9:00pm. Before we headed out to find a hotel we decided to head across the street and check out the infamous Texas Street.
From everything I read I pictured Texas Street as a seedy, dangerous strip of thieves, cut throats, and prostitutes. Who could pass that up? As it turned out it didn’t quite live up to its reputation, but it did score one out of the three aforementioned criteria with the Russian prostitutes out for fresh meat.
Think of Texas Street like Itaewon stretched from one end to the other into a long rollicking road. A few half halfheartedly tried to make a move on us but judging from our quick strides they probably knew we weren’t out window shopping much less buying.

The street is crammed with bars, pool halls, and restaurants. The delicious smells of Russian borscht and kholdets mingles with the spicy scent of Chinese chicken chow mein as the street runs into China Town.
I read that some people fear for their safety, but I really didn’t think the street was that intimidating. There were definitely some places that had that expat feel, but were suspiciously devoid of expats. Maybe they all went up to Seoul.
We decided to leave the empty streets of Texas and head for the beach instead. We still needed to get up to the hotel, motel, or Holiday Inn. So we beat a hasty retreat back to the subway and made our way to Haeundae!