North Korean Karaoke

                                               Lyrics:
                                               “La la they are calling me a good female worker!”
                                               “They are calling me a good female worker!”

                                               Lyrics:
                                               “Oh friends lets sing together.”
                                               “Why do you put the whole world in that belief?”
                                               “True friends (comrades) that belief is my truth forever."

Octopus

Being awoken by a phone call at 6:00 AM is a nuisance. Being awoken by a video call at 6:00 AM from a waiter you met the night before is downright creepy.

The evening before as James and I dined on live octopus, the waiter had tried to make friends with me. Though I am not averse to making new friends, I only have one mouth that at the moment it was preoccupied with trying to tear, rip, and incapacitate a living animal that was hell bend on choking me. Hoping to regain an air of peace and safety, I gave the waiter my phone number and assumed he would never call me.

Needless to say I underestimated the waiters desire to continue our conversation. In spite of me ignoring his video calls, the waiter called me twice a day for five days straight. Luckily, on the sixth day a Korean friend of mine was around when the waiter called and with a few harsh words from this friend the calls finally ended.

Beating the Rain

This comes from a ride James and another Korean buddy of mine did Saturday afternoon.

Cheonan, South Korea

Fish Market

Watching the head be torn off of your meal does make it a little harder to eat.

Living Meal

Cheonan, South Korea

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Pictures would be best at describing my weekend motorcycle trips. From them you would see mountains blooming with spring flowers and farmers planting their rice fields. Other pictures with their the countless dilapidated traditional houses, hillside graves, and mountain temples would show you what are now common sights for me.

Of course a video might be better. For it would show you the cherry blossom petals falling from the trees and rushing around me like a winters snow. Or the small deer that raced alongside my motorcycle and then darted off into the safety forest.

Then again this oddly worded blog and your vivid imagination might be all that's needed to feel the damp mountain air, see the strange sights, and smell the farmers cow manure.