Saturday, 28 September 2013
I made sauerkraut soup last night, it's the bomb. In related news, today I was standing near the window, and I farted very loudly. Then a baby started crying.
Sunday, 22 September 2013
|Creepy empty theatre|
|North Korean rocket from the 2010 Yeonpyeong attack|
|Makes my head look taller and balder than it is, but only by a bit.|
|Hey camon! Let's cave going!|
|Island of Peace! Cool! Buuuut, then let's build a massive naval base. Oops.|
|Yeah there's a hefty fuckin' fee|
I woke the guy up and he decided to be my personal tourgiude (he didn't have much else going on). It was kinda creepy watching a poorly-translated propaganda film in a huge empty hall. Then there were some Japanese tunnels and some other random stuff piled in a room in rusty display cases. The museum that time forgot. Almost as cool as the abandonned Nork semi-sub display Cobain and I stumbled across on our epic long-day-round Dolsan Island (off Yeosu) on our lil 50cc whips: http://harfangperdu.blogspot.kr/2011/08/north-korean-semi-sub.html
Now, I know all I did was kill a bug, but I'm fairly proud of the killshot I delivered. I had to throw the book ahead of the centipede, much as the pilot of an F-86 leading a Mig-15 with his hail of .50 calibre death would do. Thanks, Chuck Yeager flight simulator from the early 90's. It's the man, not the machine!
The book, incidentally was Jupiter's Travels, by Ted Simon. Resolute e-mailed Ted Simon a couple of years ago and he sent back a nice reply.
|Bacon cheese bagel sando at an amazing new cafe|
|Low tide island|
|"They groaned from a shower of bullets..."|
|The fun police have barred access to the Japanese Kamikaze caves. Lame.|
|The amazing 'beef in a cup' restaurant|
|E-dog pretending to know how to ride. In reality, we were nuts-to-butts the whole way round the island.|
E-dog got on and as I was telling him all about the crazy bottle incident, the guy whose crotch caught most of the water came stomping over to me, all bent out of shape. He stuck his finger in my face and yelled 'Hey! You! Towel?! You towel?!', pointing to his wet zipper area. 'No man, I don't usually carry towels around,' was my sassy answer. He got off the bus in a huff. E-dog and I cracked beers and talked loudly for the whole bus ride, because that's how we roll. It's what waygooks are expected to do, so why let folks down?
|Carbonated coffee. NO.|
|Sexy old school Hallasan soju bottle.|
Soju factory shenanigans from another era (click and scroll down)
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Then a bit later he asked me where the pisser was. I pointed to the door and told him you have to knock twice and wait for an answering knock to see if anyone is already in there. For some reason, he started knocking on a bare wall a few feet over from the bathroom, his hands probing around for a secret handle. Eeeeee-dog! It was funny, but you kinda had to be there.