Thursday, 20 March 2014
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
I'm intrigued, and also a bit concerned.
Monday, 10 March 2014
|I know, let's build a naval base on Jeju!|
Ok, except for the super cute toddler who came up to The Beast with wide eyes, bowed deeply, and tried to respectfully shake his hand. I guess when a dog is the same size as you it's best to greet it formally.
Are Koreans noisy? Let's just put it this way - you are in no danger of having a Korean sneak up on you. Heh. At least on the trails. Korean hikers sport these little clip-on walkman-sized radio-trail-blarers. You can hear that shit for miles. Who wants to be alone in the woods and just listen to...nothing, right? So best to envelop yourself in an abrasive aural bubble, innit.
Now, if your radio is broken or you lost it/smashed it while on Tuesday afternoon soju bender, then there are other options. Like screaming into your phone in spite of the obvious fact that you have no reception. Yobosayo? YobosaYO? Yobosay...YobosaYO!? YOBOSAYO? If you do that all the fucking way up and down the mountain, then you don't have to listen to all that insipid nothing.
Monday, 3 March 2014
|One time I went crazy|
|Then one time we dogsat another dog|
|Wee and skwee|
Last night he dropped a big ol deuce on a school field, and as I was bending down to pick it up (lest small children fall on the feces and cry) he unleashed a lightning-quick flurry of shit-kicks. Broken dogshit loglets went cartwheeling to all points of the compass, and then he looked up at me and smiled. What a huge little bastard.