July 30, 2005
July 29, 2005
Past the 3 story driving range, the continous tock of club meeting golf ball, further through the winding streets, past the houses stripped and demolitions, now nothing more than smashed concrete and twisted metal balls and broken bathtubs.. up the hill where grey gives way to green and slowly up through the temple village with the colourful pagodas, manicured pine trees and bent old ladies and monks lighting incense sticks in rocky pine groves I move
until I tower above the city and the laterns sway in the wind and draw my gaze to the ancient city wall of which far beyond ;lies a large ancient palace, and above that a huge LCD screen broadcasting ads to patient motorists caught in the choked city arteries. But me, I have my rocky outcrop, my pine branches for shade, my hangover and the wives of unlucky husbands praying for a son to bless their empty wombs ...
July 26, 2005
Mud glorious mud
The mud festival. Daecheon Beach. Despite the festive atmosphere and look of exhuberance on my face, this event was something of a wash out for me.