So we ran back to our little cabin and cracked open the bottles of vodka, and as to be expected things started to get a little better. These people didn't look so scary at all, in fact, they looked quite approachable, and within no time we had invited some of them over for a drink with us on deck. We met a Korean "English teacher", and when I asked him his name, he couldn't understand me, but that was okay because I had consumed a fair amount of vodka at this stage, and therefore I could talk for him and so I had a great conversation altogether. After some singing we retired to our room and closed the curtains on each of our little beds and headed to the port of Qingdao.