That last post was a little dark, even by my standards, so…let’s go night-hiking!
Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’ I just might tell you the truth ~ Bob Dylan, ‘Outlaw Blues’ I teach in two schools. That is, I “teach” in two schools. At my second one, a co-teacher made the mistake of asking me how my Friday had been. It had actually started quite well, with few murderous or suicidal impulses, but by lunchtime it could’ve gone either way.
I was all set to write an angry post, but it’s proving more time-consuming that I’d anticipated — I have a lot of anger in me right now. Instead, how about some pretty flowers? These are on a shrub near my apartment, and when I saw them on my way to hell work a couple of days ago, I almost kneeled down in the street and broke into some worship:
I was in class a week or so ago when someone appeared at the door and my co-teacher went out to check. Then I was ushered out, mid-sentence, to receive a package from a courier — yes, a courier in Korea.
Just back from a great spontaneous weekend trip to the old capital of Gyeongju, my second visit and one of my favourite walks in Korea so far. I really needed a good weekend after the last two were ruined by less-than-satisfactory hikes with other people. I’ve learned my lesson now and I walk alone once more. No time for a detailed post tonight, so here’s a picture I took a little while ago, to tide you over:
It was all happening down at the Jagalchi Fish Market that day. The purveyors of fish, shellfish, crustacea and as-yet-unnamed marine invertebrates were doing a brisk trade, this being the Independence Movement Day holiday:
A bit of fun today, and perhaps sporadically from now on: a favourite single image from one of my rambles. You’ve earned a break from my whiny wordage! This one comes with a question. Who or what are these gentlemen in downtown Busan gazing at so intently? And no, they’re not extras from a Korean version of Goodfellas!
“BLEUUURRRGGHHHHH!” It seemed I’d stuck my big western nose, and my camera lens, into one too many shipyard doorways.
Seeing much, suffering much and studying much are the three pillars of learning ~ from the Day 1 class notes of my Korean co-teacher Thursday was Independence Movement Day, commemorating the first mass resistance to Japanese occupation on March 1st, 1919. When my vice principal told me about it, I recalled climbing a small mountain/big hill not far from home, half an hour downstream along the Dirty River: