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Old Busan |
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Matchee matchee! |
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Mines beyond the fence |
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JP scopes the helicopter landing pad |
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Like me, not a morning person |
Here are some pics from my fruitless Busan birding jaunt to Busan with JP last weekend. On the subject of fruitless birding jaunts, I went to an island and bushwacked some steep valleys yesterday...plenty of grumpy dogs but still no spring birds. It's creepy and it makes me sad.
I don't like cafes, never have. Now and then I find myself having to kill time in a cafe on my own, and I always do dumb, clumsy shit when in that situation. One time I drank my tea wrong - it was in some contraption, and I did it all wrong, and everyone watching probably thought that was just great. Last week, in front of a table of giggling young Korean guys dressed like Peter Pan, I stood up and smashed my head into an overhanging light that was, in my opinion, not placed in a great spot. Maybe I'm too tall for this country. The peephole in my apartment
is four feet off the ground. In my best Pee-wee Herman voice, I said "I meant to do that," and walked away like a champion.
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