Wednesday, 28 August 2013
|You don't wanna know what I saw in Jeju City at 4am... (Hint: it was a waterfall made of piss)|
|Too many cafes in Korea? Well shit, I coulda told you that|
|My spies were wrong, Eongtto Falls was dry|
|Love the old timers holding up traffic on their tractors|
|Jeju United lost badly, d'oh|
Chopper is a good flic, as is Riding Giants.
Had some fucked up dreams last night. About all kinds of stuff and people that haven't crossed my simple mind in quite some time.
I thought I had an epic rant brewing, but I forgot the jist of it or whatever.
I've been out birding every morning since the rain broke the heat's back. Getting some good stuff. Check my bird blog in a bit for details, or now if you wanna hear about the amazing and historical book Dance found in an old cabin in the woods... http://snowyowllost.blogspot.kr/2013/08/dr-wilder-penfields-field-giude.html
Anyhoo, yeah, the birds have started migrating south and stuff.
Perhaps it'll sweep some lost migrants to Jeju's shores? I'm gonna check out Marado on Monday morning.
Whoa, 1,777 posts in. This means something? Nope.
Maybe ten years ago I stepped on a screw that someone had left standing vertically on its head. It went right through my shoe (I think I was wearing Chucks) and halfway into my heel. It was a bloody mess. I hobbled the rest of the way to the jam space and my old band and I got drunk and played music. End of story.
Monday, 26 August 2013
Sunday, 25 August 2013
|Psy the uber-shill|
|Good old Asia|
|That name again is Mr. Wow|
Then it rained all day today, fat rain, so I didn't miss much by sleeping the day away. Cooling off. My spies tell me Eongtto falls is going off.
I think I'll go to Home Plus. How boring can a post get?
Thursday, 22 August 2013
Anyhow, twice in the past few months I've been offered free cider by Koreans. The first such incident took place on Gageo-do in early May, and it saved my very life. I took the looooong and hilly walk up into 2-Gu village, and by the time I got there I'd burned through my two bottles of water - therefore screwing myself for the way back. I was dead, I was toast, that was it for me. Then I spotted the one business in town, a small seafood restaurant, and shuffled over. As I walked in, I realized that I had left my money in my rain jacket. The old lady that worked there read my mind, and filled up my water bottles and handed me a warm can of Chilsung Cider, on the house. I drank it down in one shot, and it recharged me with energy, like GummiBerri juice. Awesome. It was the best thing I've ever consumed.
The other cider giveaway happened last weekend on Chuja-do. I was sitting on some steps while the boys went for a dip, and some Korean guy handed me his bottle of Kin Cider, because he didn't want it and couldn't be arsed to throw it out. I'd been drinking way too many fizzy drinks on that hot day, and this one pushed me over the top. Painful bloating.
What's the takeaway from all of this cider talk? It's that Chilsung is better than Kin. Ohhhh, I got you good, Kin Cider! Take that!
One incident of note about the trip there and back on the majestically-named vessel 'The Pink Dolphin' (hee hee!). On the way out Officer Rulebook wouldn't let us out on deck, citing some incident that occurred on September 4th of last year (he was very specific) where some drunk josher went overboard and died an idiot's death. On the way back, we went right back up on deck. Let him kick us off again. He came back out, but this time only gave us an impish grin before leaving us up on the glorious deck to breath in the fresh ocean air and mavel at the amazing scenery, while 100 Koreans happily basked below decks in a sweltering squid-and-farts-smelling shithole watching TV at deafening volume. Cultural differences.
Re-visit my older trip, won't you? Why in the hell did I break it up into so many bloody parts? Who was I?
Chuja 2010 Part 1
Chuja 2010 Part 2
Chuja 2010 Part 3
Chuja 2010 Part 4
Chuja 2010 Part 5
Chuja 2010 Part 6
Chuja 2010 Part 7
Chuja 2010 Part 8