Evidently, Detroit makes its own style of deep-dish pizza and there is an outstanding version of this pie in Itaewon. The background of this style is being baked in the old steel pans that would hold the nuts and bolts of the car manufacturers from Motown. Continue reading “Itaewon ~ Motor City & Oh Poutine”
We were buying some dog food from an outlet store in Seoul’s distant suburbs and stopped into a cute dog cafe. This one had it all: Continue reading “Namyangju ~ Merry Dog Cafe”
One Sunday, we got moving too late for the beach, so we headed to an island north of Incheon at the headwaters of Seoul’s Han River, adjacent to North Korea, Ganghwado (강화도). Continue reading “Ganghwado ~ Korea’s Muddy West Sea”
We exited the subway, squinting in the June sun, onto the busy streets of Jongno, with old ladies hustling and old men playing Chinese checkers. Everybody’s shoes seemed to be half on and their hats half off. Also, people are still pissed about Park Geun-hye, except these folks were pissed that she was arrested. Loud and repetitive it was. Continue reading “Seoul ~ Julio’s Mexican & a Saturday Walkabout in Jongno”
Yangyang is smack in the middle of the two larger and more famous coastal cities of Sokcho and Gangneung. It’s tiny and cute and frozen in the winter. We went there because the Pine Beach Condotel was pet friendly, beachside and turned out to be a nice, clean place. The snow fell the day before and the highway from Seoul was plowed and safe when we arrived at midnight to check in and take a dog walk. Continue reading “Yangyang Beach ~ A Snowy Start to 2017”
It’s deep into the sticky Korean summer. High humidity and heavy heat keep us sweating in or out of the air/con. We begin with some lamb-chops. Dusted with rosemary seasoning and very juicy, a bottle of soju and some cold beers sooth jangled nerves. Continue reading “Summer Seafood, Spicy Chicken, Mountain Streams & Plenty of Pizza”
Cortina is beautiful. Continue reading “Cortina D’Ampezzo ~ Fancy Hotels and Cute Dogs”
As the sun was setting, I heard a rustling like someone shaking shells in their hand. The sand behind me seemed to be moving. The tide-line was literally crawling with life. The little crabs were going about their business investigating around the rubbish searching for clams or snails. They would leap into their homes if you approached but reappeared, claw first, if you picked them up.
It was a deserted beach during low season, (May-October) but very interesting to see the variety of shells they used. None were bigger than your thumb. There were also these two island dogs doing some hunting at low tide.
It’s been said by me and anyone who visits this quiet area of Laos, that life moves slowly. These are some of the examples:
Men love to pull up their shirt to expose round, squishy, non-segmented bellies, especially during bocce ball time.
Some girls respond favorably to my smile, and others look away. I wish I knew what they talk about.
It’s never hard to find cats chillin’, and that pug had just pulled his blunted nose out of the other dog’s butt.
She was singing a song to the evening and swaying gently. Cute.