|'Town of Health and Welfare'|
|Old school GPS|
|German Village - truckloads of half-dead tourists|
|The hills are alive with the sound of kimchi|
|A book. Got 100 pages read on the beach waiting for the sun to rise|
|Hotel owner spraying DDT on everything|
|Ow, fucking ow.|
|A sticky tree frog I played with|
|The sun's merciful rise|
|Our beach - my tent is the little yellow sweltering one in the background|
|A new classic?|
|This is what getting lost looks like|
Namhae was pretty cool I guess, but the vaunted 'German Village' there was pretty lame. The backstory is that Korean women working in Germany in the 60's-80's came back to Korea with their German Herrs, and Korea was kind enough to build them a tacky German-style town so that they'd feel at home, as clots of tourists take pictures of their front doors all day. Weak!
Anyhow, we set up at a beach and cooked meat. Then I climbed into my sweltering tent, meekly cowered from determined mosquitoes, shifted uncomfortably every three seconds because my immolated limbs were itchy from third-degree burn, and proceeded to count down the five hours until dawn, so I could get the fuck out of there. Don't get me wrong, I used to like camping, but all burned limbs and no sleep make me a cranky boy. I'm sure Amadeus will lament that 'Pat Moll is lame, he got a sunburn and fucked off home', and maybe he's right. But the allure of sweet sweet aloe gel, aircon, sleep, and a shower was pretty hard to refuse. In my defence, my legs are so burned up that I can barely stand, and the need to wear a long-sleeve shirt and pants in 35 degree weather meant I was useless. Useless I say.
On the subject of useless, these days I really can't seem to do anything right. I usually try to keep my head down and sneak under life's radar, but for the last month or so almost everything I touch turns to shit. Cosmic retribution for the misdeeds of a past life, no doubt. Time to look into becoming a monk, I suppose.
The three hour drive back (got lost more than usual) was interesting, as I had to keep biting my lip to avoid from zoning out from lack of sleep. I love my motorcycle. She's so good to me.
Ah, I heard a Scops Owl and a Jungle Nightjar calling all night, but was unable to spot them. I did get good pics of a Eurasian Jay feeding its young. Birds! I'm trying to get excited about them again.