Nilesh
Nilesh was my fellow art-loving Brit and miniature best pal in Seoul. When he returned from a month rampaging through Eastern Europe, most likely shagging his way from city to city, I celebrated by planning another supposedly uncomplicated weekend. His flat soon became the place where I woke after Seoul had grown too late, too expensive or too full of drama. Read the proper Nilesh announcement →
Deciding to escape the gay scene one night, we joined Latin Boy at a merengue club. We drank sangria and watched beautiful Korean women dance, then congratulated ourselves on branching out before promptly scampering straight back up Seoul’s back passage to a gay club on Homo Hill. Afterwards, Nilesh and I cuddled through Brokeback Mountain and I produced floods of melodramatic tears. Join the merengue experiment →
Nilesh also operated an emergency extraction service. After one date, I wanted to stay in Seoul without staying with my date. Nilesh came to my rescue, resulting in a Sunday spent slumming around the city in my stinky slept-in clothes. JoaFruit eventually introduced him properly with several adorable, partially clothed photos. Later he made an official island visit for mountain walks and a post entitled Videos, Joa ’N Nilesh on Sheep. Robin made Airport New Town survivable. Nilesh kindly made Seoul both available and reliably wild. Meet the officially introduced Nilesh → Read the sofa rescue → Survive the official island weekend → Attempt to watch Joa and Nilesh on sheep →