Hey, all. Hope you had a good TTHOD-25 (Thing-That-Happens-on-December-25). Mine was abysmal, even worse than last year’s; the highlight was going back to bed in the early afternoon. But I was too caffeinated to sleep soundly, so even that pleasure was short-lived. There was no option but to drink (German) beer, but I did manage to pack a few boxes while the euphoria lasted — why wait till Boxing Day?
Let’s move on to happier things. Christmas just brings everybody down.
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Here’s my return visit to Daejeo Ecological Park, on the banks of the Nakdong, on September 1st. This walk had quite a different flavour — and a lot more colour. Not much use for words, really, but I’ll throw a few at ya, since I need to practise my English for next week.
I survived the writhing tendrils of the rampant pumpkins as I left the station…
..and booked it straight to that excellent bamboo grove you’ll remember from last time, which was extra spidery on this sunny late-Summer afternoon:
Almost immediately I was diving into the bamboo, narrowly escaping certain decapitation from a couple of passing sunshades:
Varying the route a bit this time, I was soon passing a huge thicket of cosmos that I decided to revisit later when the light was less harsh:
Chances are you’ve never seen a sign like this on a stroll through your local park:
Yeah, the English is crap, but I’m guessing the objectionable behaviour might include lighting bonfires, dancing rowdily, leaving candles and piles of fruit everywhere — oh, and maybe flying without a permit.
I strolled on into a wider, wetter area, gradually approaching a bunch of radio-controlled helicopter enthusiasts who really added to the natural ambiance — said ambiance building to ear-splitting levels with every step. Miniature aircraft freaks, water skiers, jet-ski jackasses — I suppose there’s a place for every hobby, just wish it wasn’t the places where other folks go for an encounter with “nature”.
Crossed a canal…
..and decided to loop back, which meant passing the fly-boys — curiously, all men, with their kids and wives sitting nearby on picnic blankets.
Half an hour later I’d left the flying buzzsaws behind and the new-found silence coincided nicely with my return to the cosmos jungle:
I’ve always liked these American (North & South) natives — they’re really a failsafe annual and often save you the trouble of actually sowing by doing the job for you. They’re common in Korea and Japan (you’ll recall a bittersweet frolic among their gangly stems here) and probably just about anywhere. Wikipedia says they’re even naturalised in South Africa!
You might detect a hint of almost-path, a maybe-track through the head-high thickets of sprawling asters. What the hell, you only live once, hopefully. So I took a deep breath and dived in…
..and it was like wading through a trough of cooked spaghetti, but with pretty flowers.
If it had been Australia, I’d have expected death by snakebite at any moment.
But I lingered long enough…
..for sunset to kick off…
..and that made it all worthwhile:
A breeze shook the grass-heads. I lingered a few minutes, briefly enchanted or possibly entangled…
..and started for the station in the last technicolor breaths of daylight:
That bamboo alley, though — kinda forgot about the resident arachnids, and the sensation of an unyielding strand of spider silk stretching across your face always gets the heart racing. I recoiled in horror — or was it disgust? — and had to limbo-dance under the web, which was really a nice piece of work considering it hadn’t even been there when I came through:
Clearly one man’s environmental park is another critter’s place of business.
I’d hoped I’d get a chance for a final visit but it wasn’t to be — unless I cram a quick trip in this weekend. Unlikely, though — the boxes — but it would be cool to check in again in a decade or so and see how that bamboo alley has progressed.
Then again, by then the whole place might have been absorbed into the Cosmos…
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote