Sunday, 31 May 2009
Sweet ecranoplane
Pain in the ASEAN
So there's this ASEAN conference going on in Jeju. Jeju is going apeshit for it. There are flags every 100 feet on every major road, on both sides. Marines are directing traffic. Annoying motorcades can be seen whizzing importantly past the little people several times a day, snarling traffic. Large James Bond villains in suits talk into their wrists and eyeball you as you walk past black sedans. Blackhawk helicopters chatter overhead. Navy destroyers loom offshore. Massive hovercraft storm the beach. Lines of police buses filled with bored 19-year old cops line the streets (what is this, Seoul?) The best/worst is the anti-aircraft missile battery set up in the middle of the Jumgmun resort area (didn't get a pic, as it probably would have resulted in a rubber glove search from homeland-uh security-uh.) One stupendous waste of money is the "Welcome to Jeju" sign spelled out in 20-foot high letters on the side of an oreum along a major bus route. It's visible from the road for about 3 seconds. The only good thing about the ASEAN conference is the neat flag. If this goes on much longer, I'M GOING TO ASSASSINATE THE PRIME MINISTER OF MALAYSIA!! (Zoolander...)
Thursday, 28 May 2009
Seotal Oreum Massacre
There are a disturbing number of massacre sites on Jeju. Most of them are associated with the Korean war era, with the government and locals killing large groups of communist sympathizers. The Seotal Oreum massacre site is nestled behind an old Japanese airfield, and happens to be a good spot for birds (and apparently toddlers come here to pay their respects.) On this spot in 1950, 210 people were killed "without legal process" by government forces and buried in a big crater. It felt heavy here. Heavier still was when I found a bullet on the ground while birdwatching. It was military calibre, and it was deformed like it had hit something. It's very possible this bullet killed someone. I left it there.
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Presidential suicide
Media-hounded South Korean ex-president Roh Moo-hyun committed suicide this week by jumping off a cliff. I was in Korea for 2 years of his term, and I kinda liked him (I'm not a huge fan of current president Lee Myung-bak.) He was born to a peasant family, and he enjoyed wearing plaid shirts. I though it was neat when he gave Kim Jong-Il a whole collection of DVDs and a nice shelving unit to put them on last year. I saw this simple memorial to him today next to a bank.
Something else happened in Korea this week, but I forget what it was.
Something else happened in Korea this week, but I forget what it was.
Monday, 25 May 2009
Sunday, 24 May 2009
Supposed to be good luck
Saturday, 23 May 2009
Still guiding my spirit
Friday, 22 May 2009
Cat on a stick, meow
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Kidffiti
Wednesday, 20 May 2009
Cleavage
Still on the subject of Home Plus ( me P us), I bought some cheap t-shirts there, thinking and hoping they would turn out normal. My hopes were met with grief and anguish. A:The cleavage on the package seems only to be an artist's impression. The actual neck-line is sadly much more plunging and revealing. B: After one wash, the bottom hem of the shirts miraculously shrinks north by a half foot, exposing my mid-riff. This might look good on Daisy Duke, but I just want a manly Marlon Brando shirt. Why is life so hard?
Maxin' Ajummas
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Craptop up
Monday, 18 May 2009
Wee spiders
Campin' too
We camped on a beach in the shadow of the scenic and over-touristed Seongsan. We watched a steady stream of tour buses roll in and out of Seongsan. Crappy way to see the island - get out, take pictures for 20 minutes, get back on, get out, eat at kick-back restaurant, get back on, repeat for 4 days. I always notice that within a 10 minute walk of most tacky or obvious places the buses stop, there are at least 3 other amazing little places where the tour buses don't stop. They are as scenic, or more scenic than the regular stops. This is fine with me, because it means that they are always empty. Anyways, get off the stupid tour buses for good, people, clearly I know best.
We got these cheap-o camo tents off the net, and man were they cheap - kinda like play tents, but they got the job done. Problem with these tents is that they came peg-less, which explains why I woke up in the middle of an intense midnight gale to find the top of the tent touching my face. The beach barbecue was epic.
Not to self: I'm never drinking soju again.
I won't even tell the story about how I fixed my sandy hair up with soju, snuck into a nearby resort, and proceeded to stagger around and talk to people, charmingly convincing them that I was indeed a paying guest. I eventually found what I was looking for - pristine shining commodes, and delicious if somewhat front-loaded convenience store sandwiches.
Campin'
Went on an epic scoot/camping trip on Friday with Cobain. We were pretty well loaded down with gear, and our insistence on sticking to the scenic coastal roads on the way there meant a 2.5 hour trip on closed roads, old roads, small roads, rocky roads, bad roads, non-existent roads, and creepy roads. Would have been better with a dirt bike, and no gear, but we made it. At one point I stopped at a sewage treatment plant to check for reed warblers for a few minutes, and when I got back, Cobain was getting mobbed by a whole assload of little K kids. Look at the vanilla man, no paint! Where did they come from? Why were they all hanging out in the parking lot of a remote sewage plant? Those things are not for me to know, only to wonder about.
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