The other day I got a phone call from my man Zeke and he wanted to know why I sent the Korean cyborg over there to kill the college students . . . I simply told him: "At least he was a good shot."
For the last two weeks I have had to talk about this shooting in a variety of contexts. With the Americans, the subject never really comes up. I suppose that most of them, myself included, simply view gun violence as something that comes with living in America. I always looked at it as a choice that was made a long time ago . . . You can't show a woman's breast or a man's penis on TV but there is no problem watching someone "bust a cap in someone's ass" as means of conflict resolution. America choose violence over sex and the bodies are piled high . . . I am sure that many can argue that my logic is simple minded and the like but I can live with it. I haven't shot anyone, don't own a gun and don't really feel like I need to.
The Koreans are confused as to why Americans have so many guns. So are the Brits, the Irish and the others that I have talked to over the course of this event. Personally I am sick of talking about it. The questions come from everyone and it is almost like I am forced to explain why my family didn't own guns versus why other families do (We are timid pacifists, the others are raging hate-mongers) .
Before this happened I had students telling me how they would love to go to the US so they could buy a gun. I don't tell them that guns are right or wrong (guns don't kill people, people with guns kill people), I simply say that if one has a gun, there is a possibility that it may be used . . . The old if a gun is on a table in a play someone will be dead by the time the curtain falls notion.
My new point has simply been to ask the question as to why a 20 something college student would need a Glock to begin with . . . Further, why is that OK? America can be a cruel place and it would be pretty hard for some Asian kid to assimilate (all those powerful Asian role models that saturate the US media) in a such a place and I know damn well that kids can be really mean (I was one of the mean ones) so I am not really shocked by it . . . You piss someone off and they have an option such as following Ice Cube's adage of "get yourself a 9mm and your as will be fine" and the possibility for some really bad shit rises. Someone's gonna get straightened out . . .
So I tell the kids that American don't hate Koreans because of this; most Americans have no idea where Korea is to begin with, let alone what a Korean looks like. Americans are numb to this kind of shit and they are busy trying to pay their bills. In the end it is simply part of the news cycle and it will be buried with the rest of the bad shit that happens every day . . . When gas hits $4/gal. then rage will be the norm.
I read somewhere that 30,000 people are killed every year in America with handguns so this was a drop in the bucket. A big drop, yes, but a drop none the less.
The same day 184 were killed by a suicide bomber in Bagdad (or somewhere in Iraq). I didn't see their profiles on CNN. I didn't see prayer vigils for them. I guess the value of life differs from place to place although I am not quite sure why that is . . . Language? Skin color? Religious belief?
One of my students is going to the US to complete his MBA and his family is freaked out over this. Not because America is violent - they are worried about his visa. Will he be denied one? Will people hate him because he is Korean? I simply told him that no one will know you are Korean unless you tell them that Korea is where you are from . . . You are simply Asian in the eyes of most. He studied in Holland for a while and everyone there thought he was either Chinese or Japanese . . . No one know shit about this place. No one cares.
I asked him if he was going to buy a gun when he get there. He said that he was more interested in buying a car and trying to see a few things. Too bad gas is going to hit $4/gal. by the time he shows up . . .
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Why Austrian Engineers Suck
I always describe 1982 as a year that changed my life. I saw three bands that year and it was a mind blowing experience. There was The Who coupled with The Clash (we'll all forget Eddie Money) and Black Flag at Clutch Cargo's. Ah, such beautiful noise!! The point being that music could cover a fairly wide spectrum and what was being played on commercial radio was far from interesting.
So now I live in Korea. There really isn't a live music scene here in Pohang. This makes me most sad as there is nothing like seeing a great band in a shitty little bar. But the bars here, in lieu of having a juke box, are all hooked up to LIMEWIRE. This means that instead of a few hundred songs to choose from there are countless thousands. Think of a song, download it. It is simple and beautiful and the possibilities are endless.
Sure, the US marines like rap and some silly metal and that is OK as they are amped and seeking some kind of release and they have to be home but midnight (Cinderella Syndrome) so I seldom have to listen to the shit that they choose. Occasionally I see the aftermath of their nights out: a man-boy covered in sojo-laced vomit while his buddy cleans him up, but by then the music has changed to something else . . .
The locals play Korean songs and although I don't understand the words most of it is polished pop, boy-band style, and it is background music which the bar girls seem to enjoy as they sing to it loudly. The men usually play old Korean ballads and sing softly to their beers, much like the cast at the Eastway back in Nap Town did with Willie and Waylon. Music does something that allows us to move forward, get through the day . . . Solace and Peace and the rest of it.
POSCO is our local steel mill. This, and English Academies, are the main reasons that foreigners come to Pohang. Many of the Engineers who work there are Austrians and I think they all come from Linz. This is fine. They have to make a buck and most of them leave their families for long stretches to do so. From what I gather they actually make REALLY GOOD money here in Pohang. And when they go out on the town they spend it rather freely. This is a good thing as many of the locals need this money to keep going.
But it is the following that makes me want to kill every last one of them:
"Mindy, play AC/DC!!"
"Mindy, 'We Don't Get Fooled Again.'"
"Led Zeppelin, 'Stairway to Heaven.'"
"Brown Sugar"
Yes, this crew can make a steel mill run but they have ZERO imagination when it comes to what they want to hear. If music is supposed to transport one to a "special place" where in the fuck does hearing "Angie" one more time take you?
"But she did those special things . . . "
I'll buy memory lane up to a point. Sure, I'll even load some Japan on to my MP3 on occasion, but why in the hell would one subject others to such pitiful whims? You don't get time back. You can't undo the fact that over the course of one's life time sitting through shitty songs was part of the experience. Work a construction site and you will hear dinosaur rock all day long. That is simply to kill the sounds of hammers and circular saws. It doesn't entail that once the shift is over you must continue to listen to that shit . . . To go out and listen to it some more, to evoke a feeling of pleasure - what insanity is that?
What sent me over the edge was when some fuckwit asked me to download "Blinded by the Light" by Manfred Mann . . . WTF?? How sad is that? I mean, there is literally any song one could think of, no matter how obscure (OK finding "Roman P" by Psychic TV proved REALLY hard), and that tired track is the best one can come up with? That's it, that is your choice? That is how you are going to present your ideas of taste to the world? There is this one guy in town who puts, I shit you not, Barry Manilow songs on the air - in a public place!! - and he seems to think that it is OK. The idea that one would walk into a bar and cast "Mandy" into the air and expect to leave with all of his teeth is beyond the pale!! How is this possible. These people are supposed to be "college educated." They are supposed to know some shit. They are supposed to realize that music didn't die in 1975 . . . They have to know this, no?
I suppose to many music isn't too important. They think that Led Zeppelin is worth listening to over and over. I did it when I was sixteen. I got the point - Brits like American blues, let's go check out what they were listening to that inspired them, OK? Then one can find some interesting things to listen to . . . The Wolf, Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry . . . That is just for starters . . . The radio is so boring!! In the age of the internet why would you limit yourself?
Sure, if I get all loaded I want to hear the Velvets and The Stones and Hendrix and other stuff that takes me to somewhere else . . . But I don't want hear the shit that some radio programmer spoon fed me; I want to hear the stuff that I found, the things that I discovered on my own. The Good Stuff.
I know that there is a juke box in hell and I know that "Stairway to Heaven" is on it.
Next time someone plays in on a jukebox, do me a favor and punch them in the throat.
So now I live in Korea. There really isn't a live music scene here in Pohang. This makes me most sad as there is nothing like seeing a great band in a shitty little bar. But the bars here, in lieu of having a juke box, are all hooked up to LIMEWIRE. This means that instead of a few hundred songs to choose from there are countless thousands. Think of a song, download it. It is simple and beautiful and the possibilities are endless.
Sure, the US marines like rap and some silly metal and that is OK as they are amped and seeking some kind of release and they have to be home but midnight (Cinderella Syndrome) so I seldom have to listen to the shit that they choose. Occasionally I see the aftermath of their nights out: a man-boy covered in sojo-laced vomit while his buddy cleans him up, but by then the music has changed to something else . . .
The locals play Korean songs and although I don't understand the words most of it is polished pop, boy-band style, and it is background music which the bar girls seem to enjoy as they sing to it loudly. The men usually play old Korean ballads and sing softly to their beers, much like the cast at the Eastway back in Nap Town did with Willie and Waylon. Music does something that allows us to move forward, get through the day . . . Solace and Peace and the rest of it.
POSCO is our local steel mill. This, and English Academies, are the main reasons that foreigners come to Pohang. Many of the Engineers who work there are Austrians and I think they all come from Linz. This is fine. They have to make a buck and most of them leave their families for long stretches to do so. From what I gather they actually make REALLY GOOD money here in Pohang. And when they go out on the town they spend it rather freely. This is a good thing as many of the locals need this money to keep going.
But it is the following that makes me want to kill every last one of them:
"Mindy, play AC/DC!!"
"Mindy, 'We Don't Get Fooled Again.'"
"Led Zeppelin, 'Stairway to Heaven.'"
"Brown Sugar"
Yes, this crew can make a steel mill run but they have ZERO imagination when it comes to what they want to hear. If music is supposed to transport one to a "special place" where in the fuck does hearing "Angie" one more time take you?
"But she did those special things . . . "
I'll buy memory lane up to a point. Sure, I'll even load some Japan on to my MP3 on occasion, but why in the hell would one subject others to such pitiful whims? You don't get time back. You can't undo the fact that over the course of one's life time sitting through shitty songs was part of the experience. Work a construction site and you will hear dinosaur rock all day long. That is simply to kill the sounds of hammers and circular saws. It doesn't entail that once the shift is over you must continue to listen to that shit . . . To go out and listen to it some more, to evoke a feeling of pleasure - what insanity is that?
What sent me over the edge was when some fuckwit asked me to download "Blinded by the Light" by Manfred Mann . . . WTF?? How sad is that? I mean, there is literally any song one could think of, no matter how obscure (OK finding "Roman P" by Psychic TV proved REALLY hard), and that tired track is the best one can come up with? That's it, that is your choice? That is how you are going to present your ideas of taste to the world? There is this one guy in town who puts, I shit you not, Barry Manilow songs on the air - in a public place!! - and he seems to think that it is OK. The idea that one would walk into a bar and cast "Mandy" into the air and expect to leave with all of his teeth is beyond the pale!! How is this possible. These people are supposed to be "college educated." They are supposed to know some shit. They are supposed to realize that music didn't die in 1975 . . . They have to know this, no?
I suppose to many music isn't too important. They think that Led Zeppelin is worth listening to over and over. I did it when I was sixteen. I got the point - Brits like American blues, let's go check out what they were listening to that inspired them, OK? Then one can find some interesting things to listen to . . . The Wolf, Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry . . . That is just for starters . . . The radio is so boring!! In the age of the internet why would you limit yourself?
Sure, if I get all loaded I want to hear the Velvets and The Stones and Hendrix and other stuff that takes me to somewhere else . . . But I don't want hear the shit that some radio programmer spoon fed me; I want to hear the stuff that I found, the things that I discovered on my own. The Good Stuff.
I know that there is a juke box in hell and I know that "Stairway to Heaven" is on it.
Next time someone plays in on a jukebox, do me a favor and punch them in the throat.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Sorry, but I suck
The road to hell is paved with good intentions and I think that the road that I am traveling goes straight there. I keep meaning to write and all of that other stuff but life gets in the way. My excuse is that after my bicycle wreck last September I really didn't feel like writing. In fact, after that I really didn't feel like doing much. Accidents really fuck you up. Mortality stares at you . . . blah, blah, blah. When you have this sudden feeling that you will be "chairbound" for the rest of you life it really takes the wind out of your sails . . .
So I went to China and had a wonderful time. The return to Korea was fine. I ended up feeling like I made a huge compromise by staying at my current job but that was the deal that got me to China and it is what it is . . .
My current contact ends in October and I am not certain what I will do after that point. I still enjoy living in Pohang and I have many people here whom I would call friends. I was very sad when my man Dan went back to the US to pursue a career as a tattoo artist but the world needs ink and he's the man to apply it. I wish him well.
Currently I am learning how to use my new camera. My photos can be viewed at Picasa and some are better than others - I am learning after all . . .
So life is good. I do miss the US and I really miss my family but there ain't shit I can do about it . . . So it goes.
I wish everyone well and I hope that you are all taking carer of each other as best you can.
Peace,
sh
So I went to China and had a wonderful time. The return to Korea was fine. I ended up feeling like I made a huge compromise by staying at my current job but that was the deal that got me to China and it is what it is . . .
My current contact ends in October and I am not certain what I will do after that point. I still enjoy living in Pohang and I have many people here whom I would call friends. I was very sad when my man Dan went back to the US to pursue a career as a tattoo artist but the world needs ink and he's the man to apply it. I wish him well.
Currently I am learning how to use my new camera. My photos can be viewed at Picasa and some are better than others - I am learning after all . . .
So life is good. I do miss the US and I really miss my family but there ain't shit I can do about it . . . So it goes.
I wish everyone well and I hope that you are all taking carer of each other as best you can.
Peace,
sh
Monday, July 10, 2006
WORLD CUP FEVER
Once again, I suck. I do intend to write but when I get home it seems that I would simply rather watch the World Cup and all that it entails. For the most part I could give a shit about soccer but here people are absolutely nuts about it. The Koreans came in fourth during the 2002 cup and for some odd reason they had this misguided notion that they were going to repeat the feat. However, I will give them one thing - they had the fan support in spades.Pohang is not a very large city by Korean standards. It is simply 500,000 people living on the coast - fishing folk whopp scored a steel mill. The matches were televised here at 4 am. Now ponder what it would take for you to get up in the morning at 4am - or simply stay out drinking until the match started - and then wander downtown to support a team which has little chance of winning? Don't forget, as the supporters are the Red Devils, little flashing horns are in order. Lots of red. It is crazy! I was told that during the Korea - Togo match (It was at midnight) there was 20,000 people at the beach (the big screens were there) and another 30,000 at the Pohang Steelers stadium. Thus, 10% of the population was out watching the match.
For the last two matches they set up a big screen at the front of the train station and people started to gather there around two am - young, old, drunk, sober . . . all in red and all VERY excited. The following pictures are from downtown Pohang and at Mindy's. The main reason to watch the matches at Mindy's is that at the train station there was no way to actaully see the game on the TV. To get close enough to actaully see it one would have had to set up camp at about 1 am or so. At least at Mindy's you could see what was going on and get excellent commentary by the Brits as they really know the game. I don't know that these pictures will actaully convey the degree of hysteria that occured but add to this the notion that in Seoul there were upwards of 800,000 downtown and one can see that the entire country was consumed by the fever:
It was really exciting that they beat the not-so-mighty TOGO and that because the refs missed an obvious goal the Koreans tied the French. There was total outrage accross the country when the Swiss won - to the point that I had to explain what a "Conspiracy Theory" was to my class of college students - turns out the head of FIFA is Swiss. Ah, everyone loves the dark side of human nature and everyone knows that the fix is in when there team gets out classed. Watching these matches was a life and death event and the country was crushed when it didn't make it to the knock-out round. Regardless it was a fun ride.
I have never experinced that degree of nationalism coupled with a sporting event before. I have no idea what it would take for Americans to get that excited about something. Shit, we are at war and no one seems to care much. Here was a soccer match and and the streets are filled like it was the fourth of July. In Seoul the Olympic stadium was packed with live music and fire works and all of the trimmings . . . yet it was at 4 am!!!
Needless to say my sleep patterns have been screwed up for a month as I have seen a lifetime of matches. It was fun and I wish that America was excited about this as the rest of the world . . . The main problem is that the net works can't make any money off of a sport that must be shown in two completely uninteruppted 45 minute halves. No comercials and the loot don't stack up like it should . . . The networks love thier loot!!
So it was fun and now I guess we all must wait until 2010 in South Africa . . . I think that will mean that my sleep will be screwed up again . . . Now I can go back to watching the mighty Pohang Steelers play in their unfilled stadium - they give free tickets to cops simply too make it look filled up!!
Hope all is well!!
sh
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Photos and such
OK, so I know I suck. I had all of the intentions of keeping up with this damned blog and writing out deep thoughts and trying to convey what life was like in Korea 
I guess we can start with the guy building my bike.
He runs a little shop in the center of town and he gave me a very fair deal. He also is a total gem when it comes to helping me my rides in order. We call him Mr. Five Junction as that is where the shop is located.
One of the longer trips I took was back to Gyeongju to check out the cherry blossoms. I made the ride alone and without the aid of a map. Never a good idea.
Ending
Dynasty village that is actaully inhabitated by 
up on sort of the wrong road I came to a village Yangdong. It is traditional Chosen period village with farmers and others who live and work in the community. From what I gather the oldest building there is around 450 years old and they often use the place as
a movie set. Naturally, the day I showed up there was a photography club there and soon I had dozens of lenses pointed in my direction - as if they had never seen an scruffy American on a bicycle before!!
There were men and women in period costume and everyone was snapping photos like there was no tomorrow.
I joined in the fun as well. I really didn't want to feel left out.
There were guys doing calligraphy and everyone was crowding around them trying their best to get the perfect shot.
Personally, I had no idea what they were going to do with all of the photos that they were taking. I guess they all had blogs too.
In the end I left there and continued up the road to Gyeongju. I got there really late, had a bite to eat and then started back home. The entire trip was 50 miles and my ass really hurt. I am thinking about buying a new seat for my Fisher. I did see some cherry blossoms but I really didn't understand all of the fuss. It was pretty but not traffic jam pretty.
The bicycle that I rode to Gyeonju is my old bicycle. "Why in the hell does one need two bicycles?" Fair question. It has to do with my 'hood and the hills therein. Pohang is surrounded by these really cool hills and they are a joy to ride. The problem with my Fisher is that it is too big to play on those hills. I know this due to the spill that I took on it . . . Ah, I now have a rough idea of what it feels like to be hit in the side with a ball bat. So after biting the dust I bit the bullet. Here are picts from where we ride:
The guy in the photo is a Canadian teacher by the name of Gordon. He is a very good rider and is a really nice guy. He has been riding in this area for about six months and he knows these trails really well. He and his wife, Joanne, have been teaching in Korea for about four years. Sorry to say, the both of them will be moving back to Seoul at the end of the summer.
As one can see, the terrain is varied to say the least. It is interesting, some times sort of spooky, but it is a great deal of fun and I love the fact that it takes only about five minutes for me to get to the mountain from where I live. Depending on how much time we have, we can ride anywhere from 1-3 hours. After that sponge leg sets in and it is time to hit the showers.
Since I am taking a yoga class my friends, ever freaked out by the fact that I am single, have decided that I should be dating my yoga instructor. I will grant that she is a very nice lady but there are some serious language/communication issues in the mix - like major league serious. But I go to class and we occasionally do hang out. A couple of weeks ago she thought it would be good for us to Gyeungju to see the blossoms. So I made the return trip, this time by bus. The Koreans are obsessed with these blossoms . . .I guess the whole nothern Michigan thing doesn't translate too well. They think it looks like snow when the wind blows through them . . . they haven't really figured out that snow is a pain in the ass either.
Well, it was also the opening of the Korean Rice Cake festival and it was rather amazing to say the least. Folks were getting real excited about their rice cakes. Seriously excited. The following are photos from that adventure.
Homeboy with the hammer is mashing rice into the paste that they use to make the rice cake which really isn't like a cake but more of a soft, chewy cookie. Some are better than others. The best ones are really good!!
This is actually a Chinese rice cake and it kicked ass. But it turned out that this was not only about folks getting their eat on. It was also about getting their drink on with various kinds of traditional Korean beverages . . . Dat fire water will lay folks out!! The stuff in the big jars is ginseng mixed with God knows what. They were passing out shots of this stuff in little paper cups and everyone was simply slammin' the stuff. Mix and match, no one cared. They simply wanted to try as much as they could. Needless to say the crowd was rather wobbly . . .
Even the yoga teacher likes to get her geek on!!
On the whole it was a lovely day and there was tons of walking and lots of eat and I am certain that I will return to that city over the summer as there are many temples that I want to see. Plus it is only a few hours ride now that I have a better map and a solid idea of what I want to see..
The last two photos were on the way out of town. The one is of Bo near the water fall in the center of town. The other . . . well, for a society that really has no hand guns they sure seemed to want to practice their shooting skills . . . I simply liked the picture on the van. I am sure I have seen that guy swillin' at The Eastway . . .
Well that will have to do it for the moment. I hope eveyone is doing well and that the spring is warming up things . . . looks like summer is going to be a real bitch if you need to buy gas. Sorry about that. Oh well, I guess that is what happens when you put a bunch of oil men at the helm . . . (Sorry Jim).
So things are going well here. I am keeping busy and entertained . . . for the moment, that is enough. Take care of yourselves and please play nice.
Peace,
sh
So I guess what I am going to do is put together a bit of a slide show and I hope you enjoy it. I will try to include captions and the like. It is simply that I am a bit tired . . .Turning 39 has made me feel very old (just kidding!!) and the children asking me why I am not married really makes me want to start a family (just kidding).
I guess we can start with the guy building my bike.
He runs a little shop in the center of town and he gave me a very fair deal. He also is a total gem when it comes to helping me my rides in order. We call him Mr. Five Junction as that is where the shop is located.
One of the longer trips I took was back to Gyeongju to check out the cherry blossoms. I made the ride alone and without the aid of a map. Never a good idea.Ending
Dynasty village that is actaully inhabitated by 
up on sort of the wrong road I came to a village Yangdong. It is traditional Chosen period village with farmers and others who live and work in the community. From what I gather the oldest building there is around 450 years old and they often use the place as
a movie set. Naturally, the day I showed up there was a photography club there and soon I had dozens of lenses pointed in my direction - as if they had never seen an scruffy American on a bicycle before!!
There were men and women in period costume and everyone was snapping photos like there was no tomorrow.
I joined in the fun as well. I really didn't want to feel left out.
There were guys doing calligraphy and everyone was crowding around them trying their best to get the perfect shot.
Personally, I had no idea what they were going to do with all of the photos that they were taking. I guess they all had blogs too.
In the end I left there and continued up the road to Gyeongju. I got there really late, had a bite to eat and then started back home. The entire trip was 50 miles and my ass really hurt. I am thinking about buying a new seat for my Fisher. I did see some cherry blossoms but I really didn't understand all of the fuss. It was pretty but not traffic jam pretty.
The bicycle that I rode to Gyeonju is my old bicycle. "Why in the hell does one need two bicycles?" Fair question. It has to do with my 'hood and the hills therein. Pohang is surrounded by these really cool hills and they are a joy to ride. The problem with my Fisher is that it is too big to play on those hills. I know this due to the spill that I took on it . . . Ah, I now have a rough idea of what it feels like to be hit in the side with a ball bat. So after biting the dust I bit the bullet. Here are picts from where we ride:
The guy in the photo is a Canadian teacher by the name of Gordon. He is a very good rider and is a really nice guy. He has been riding in this area for about six months and he knows these trails really well. He and his wife, Joanne, have been teaching in Korea for about four years. Sorry to say, the both of them will be moving back to Seoul at the end of the summer.
As one can see, the terrain is varied to say the least. It is interesting, some times sort of spooky, but it is a great deal of fun and I love the fact that it takes only about five minutes for me to get to the mountain from where I live. Depending on how much time we have, we can ride anywhere from 1-3 hours. After that sponge leg sets in and it is time to hit the showers.
Since I am taking a yoga class my friends, ever freaked out by the fact that I am single, have decided that I should be dating my yoga instructor. I will grant that she is a very nice lady but there are some serious language/communication issues in the mix - like major league serious. But I go to class and we occasionally do hang out. A couple of weeks ago she thought it would be good for us to Gyeungju to see the blossoms. So I made the return trip, this time by bus. The Koreans are obsessed with these blossoms . . .I guess the whole nothern Michigan thing doesn't translate too well. They think it looks like snow when the wind blows through them . . . they haven't really figured out that snow is a pain in the ass either.
Well, it was also the opening of the Korean Rice Cake festival and it was rather amazing to say the least. Folks were getting real excited about their rice cakes. Seriously excited. The following are photos from that adventure.
Homeboy with the hammer is mashing rice into the paste that they use to make the rice cake which really isn't like a cake but more of a soft, chewy cookie. Some are better than others. The best ones are really good!!
This is actually a Chinese rice cake and it kicked ass. But it turned out that this was not only about folks getting their eat on. It was also about getting their drink on with various kinds of traditional Korean beverages . . . Dat fire water will lay folks out!! The stuff in the big jars is ginseng mixed with God knows what. They were passing out shots of this stuff in little paper cups and everyone was simply slammin' the stuff. Mix and match, no one cared. They simply wanted to try as much as they could. Needless to say the crowd was rather wobbly . . .
Even the yoga teacher likes to get her geek on!!
On the whole it was a lovely day and there was tons of walking and lots of eat and I am certain that I will return to that city over the summer as there are many temples that I want to see. Plus it is only a few hours ride now that I have a better map and a solid idea of what I want to see..
The last two photos were on the way out of town. The one is of Bo near the water fall in the center of town. The other . . . well, for a society that really has no hand guns they sure seemed to want to practice their shooting skills . . . I simply liked the picture on the van. I am sure I have seen that guy swillin' at The Eastway . . .
Well that will have to do it for the moment. I hope eveyone is doing well and that the spring is warming up things . . . looks like summer is going to be a real bitch if you need to buy gas. Sorry about that. Oh well, I guess that is what happens when you put a bunch of oil men at the helm . . . (Sorry Jim).
So things are going well here. I am keeping busy and entertained . . . for the moment, that is enough. Take care of yourselves and please play nice.
Peace,
sh
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