Here's a shot of Dave at Naksansa temple during our Soraksan trip last week. |
Can you say "beached whale?" That’s how I feel after a veggie burger, fries, coupl’a cokes, hot fudge sundae, and a vodka-n-cranberry juice. Bleeaahh.
Actually, I don’t really feel like writing an entry right now, but it’s better than the alternatives of reading or watching TV. It’s too early to sleep, but that’s what will happen if I try to read.
We stayed at the Hard Rock Café for a few hours. It takes that long to eat everything. People, mostly US military folks came and went, while we just sat. We get there really early, before dinner time so we can avoid the crowd. At that hour, videos are playing on the strategically placed TV’s. We like to sit there drinking, doing "Mystery Science Theater 3000" to the videos. You know, they got all these "oldies" like Queen, Journey, Whitesnake, The Beatles, etc. It’s like,
"Whoa! Serious tight pants era."
"Yeah, nice package there buddy."
Or, Good ole Axl Rose man. As IF… That guy, writhing to his own music in black spandex with what looked like little skulls and cross-bones on them and this big black belt slung over his hips. He had to expand his baseball cap out to the last little holes so he could fit it over his big head with the bandana tied around it.
So it went like that.
Earlier in the day, we got ambitious and packed up a bunch of books we didn’t want and carted them off to a used book place near the military base. The guy there paid us around $7 for them and we were so surprised because it was more than what used bookstores pay out in the States. It totally made my day that I could make money selling things that were useless to me. The place was like university district used book stores, the kind with used books coming out their ears. Most of the titles were English, with some in Japanese. Pretty amazing thing to see in East Asia. After that we stopped by Itaewon to pick up ski paraphernalia for next weekend’s ski trip. We got total deals on less-than-trendy pants and gloves at $56 for two pairs of each. The guy in the store is a convincing Korean version of that really old guy on Wings with the whiny grating voice - whatever his name is, you know who I mean. This guy in the ski shop looks and talks just like him and man is he a bald faced liar! Standing there showing me plain cotton/nylon blend saying it was goretex. Dave dealt hard with him and we got a discount on prices that were already way too low to be true.
OH and the recounting of the day wouldn’t be complete without mentioning that the only bus driver worse than one that thinks he’s driving a Porsche is one that’s seriously gun shy. The first bus we caught today didn’t go past 25 miles an hour and it was like the guy constantly thought his brakes were failing and so he had to test them every 10 seconds or so. He was afraid of other cars and honked even when there were none around. He stopped at every crosswalk, even if the light was green and honked at pedestrians that weren’t even in his lane. After awhile, I thought he must be hallucinating because he’d slam on the brakes and honk, and it'd be like what-the-fuck? There's no one around. It was weird. Then, the cab we caught on the way to the Hard Rock totally reeked of stale cigarette breath. It was disgusting and Dave almost tossed the onion rings (boiled in crude oil scraped off the streets in the IMF-vat-o-fun) he’d bought from a grimy street vendor earlier. The smell was so poignant; it was what it would be like to give the driver mouth-to-mouth.
But that’s all over now.
And so is this.
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