I found a bunch of old pics from Jeju, inside my computer. Lots of foggy Soggy from my southside ramblings. Soggy got a lot of fog, and a lot of my best memories involve fog - scooting with Cobain through the pea soup on the high road (1128?) towards gunning; foggy, boozy walks by the harbour; scrambling down foggy dry riverbeds and slipping on rocks while looking for birds; leaning over the edge of my roof on a foggy night, staring at sleepy, perfect Seogwipo for an hour; creeping around ghostly Eongtto Falls in the murk; checking out the wee little Mongolian horses as they amble through the treeline. Fog – it’s the new rain.
I had grand plans to head for exotic locales after I left Jeju. After a while I noticed that I kept rating potential destinations based on how similar or not they were to Jeju. So, after a month or two I secretly conspired to return to the warm, familiar embrace of good ol Jej. Now I’m not so sure I want to do that. Somewhere new could be good. Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name. Oh, getting deep! Cheers was a solid show.
It’s snowing.
Pop!
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