Last weekend I went on a birding trip with Dance to rural eastern Ontario. Man oh man, one of the small towns we stopped in felt like something out of a very bad movie. The focal point of the town was a Tim Horton's off the highway, and all the sleeveless white trash extras with mullets, prison tats, gunts, and beat-up '97 Mustangs were chillin' in the parking lot, smoking. Just kickin' it old school. I was gonna take a picture, but I feared for my life. Not really, but they were pretty trashy. More on trashy locals in another post, I've got a good rant boiling.
Anyhoo, we spent the day at four different sewage lagoons, looking for...birds. They gave us snazzy walkie-talkies for on-the-road birding and directions. Yessir, a whooole different kettle of fish than birding in Korea.
I miss my scooter. I miss a few things about Jeju, like the crew I rolled with mostly. Also, the food. I greatly miss the "Hey do you wanna scoot over to the secret spot and go snorkeling and speargun some fish to eat for breakfast and/or go to the beach before work?" lifestyle.
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