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| Choppers and Aces and Scoots, oh my. And a thumb. |
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| Tron-madeus and Extreeeemthan steel themselves |
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| Up |
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| A coast poorly captured |
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| Glowstick legs poorly captured |
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| Glowstick mayhem poorly captured |
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| As always, our muse |
I was in Japan for the last full moon, so we had a lot to make for with this month's meeting of the Geoje full-moon cult. Five people on four bikes headed to lofty Noja Mountain near the Hakdong in the southwest. Not having a headlamp, I opted for the glowstick in the boot-laces approach to night hiking, always good for a stumbly larf.
To be honest, I was absolutely shattered within 10 minutes, panting and sweating my carcass up eventually. At the top of yon hill the beer, glowstick juice, and lurid stories started to flow. I gave one of my rare accounts of the 'Udo Incident of November 2010', in spite of the 'What happens on Udo stays on Udo' pact. It was well-received. It's all about the chilli, apparently. There was also talk of river dophin sex. By the end of it, Amadeus had so much glowstick jizz on him he was a one-man late-80's Chilli Peppers video.
I used my wondrous bird app to call some Little Cuckoos, Pale Thrush, and a possible Jungle Nightjar, but yeah, slow year for birding otherwise.
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