A queue of locals waited at the other side of customs with a wad of Won to buy any surplus duty-free.
Phil and his South Korean wife sold their four bottles at a profit that paid for their passage, evening meal and a few drinks. He apologised about not telling us about the quick cash-turnover possibilities.
"If I had told you and no-one turned up I would have looked a bit silly," he said.
He took us across the sprawling industrial city of Pusan to the express bus-terminal. There was half an hour before the bus to Kyongju.
"I'm starving. I could sure do with some food." Dave was travelling to Kyongju too, and needed an American breakfast.
"Do you know what you're going to eat?" Phil smiled. He was a South Korean old hand and warned us of the 'Kimchi' (pickled cabbage with everything).
Dave knew alright. "I'll have a hamburger and fries. I guess they can't screw that up!" he said.
Phil laughed and pointed to the 'American Burger' bar, "there she is." He gave me his card and left.