Goat Killer Trail, Day 1: Pictures
G’day and good evening to you all.
Well, it was back at “work” yesterday, where I spent the whole day in my chair catching up on blogs — no students till Monday. I did enjoy the looks of horror on the faces of the vice principal and other staff as I cheerfully described my holiday fun and had it all translated. My ravaged feet were regarded with delicious horror, and the first aid kit was duly placed on my desk. Spray-on antiseptic, local anaesthetic and Band Aids were generously applied. Life was good.
My feet are improving — no more pins and needles — but I was wiped out this whole Saturday and kept collapsing into deep sleep. Didn’t venture out till 4:00, but a cup of Latte of the Gods…
..has restored my spirits and will to blog.
Here’s what I have to show for 12 days of fun. The heel blister has since been punctured and is on the mend:
I’ve been editing my 640 pictures between naps, and have culled them down to around 500 so far. My next dozen posts will each consist of 15-20 photos, a selection for each day of the walk (well, it was actually 11 full days plus two half-days). You can skim through them quickly and get straight back to Master Chef.
I’ll also include some italicised extracts from the original posts to give you some context. Yes, quoting myself: a new low! Then again, there are numerous authors out there who’ve been rewriting the same story for decades!
Hope you enjoy them. I’m really enjoying reliving this modest but life-affirming little adventure.
(Click on the “DAY 1″ etc for the original post.)
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Started at 5:00 from Haeundae yesterday; it was like hell with inner tubes:
The ultimate performance-enhancing duo of latte and cheesecake…
..sped me north…
..to Songjeong Beach…
..which is normally pleasant but yesterday was the filthiest beach I’ve ever seen:
I was alternately laughing in astonishment, muttering “You…PEOPLE!” with increasing fury, and taking pictures in full view of all the crap that people had dumped right where they sat, hoping to shame them:
Further north, as the sun went down I was stymied by another army base which I tried to sneak round via the rocks but retreated before the searchlights came on or I fell to my death. Backtracked to the road which cost me an hour. Grrr…
But my luck soon improved when I met a local real estate agent called Chang who offered his fishing-village office to bathe and sleep. Trail magic on the first day, an excellent omen…
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote