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”
Such a quaint little big city must be full of quaint little houses, and these are the few I saw before the sun set.
After visiting the Kinkaku-ji golden temple, which was surprisingly underwhelming, we took to the streets to explore and found an awesome Zen garden. Kyoto, like the rest of Japan is immaculately clean making for a pleasant stroll. The Zen garden was full of functional beauty. It was a peaceful place with an enchanting pine aroma and the sound of running water surrounds.
The walk continues…
I found these amazing temples and a cute street with a cute family where a cute girl was walking a cute dog. Walking remains my favorite way to explore a new city.
These were some of the stones we walked on, and a bad English sign making me wonder if they just mean “Don’t pee on the seat.”
The city is big. I wasn’t sure how far I’d get, but starting from my hostel near Sukhumvit, heading slightly aimlessly south and west. It was around noon on a Friday. People were out and about, cars paced the streets, dogs and cats patrolled their corners, cockroaches hid in the shadows awaiting their time to shine–nighttime. Stuck on a main thoroughfare with poisonous traffic fumes all around, I made my way into the alleys.
I found some friendly uniformed men who wanted to talk to me despite their lack of English.
Sorry, it’s the wrong side of the road. Nobody wants to shift gears with their left hand. There’s a reason we drive on the “right” side.
He wanted to talk, but moved away when I went to pet him. Cute.
These guys were drinking whiskey. I opted for soda water and greatly disappointed them. But they had fun posing.
She was so scared and happy to see me. She wavered between this face and a heartwarming smile.
They were waiting for something or someone, and the old man laughed heartily when he saw his picture.
Strawberries on clothes? Only when you’re little and cute.
This was some terrible Thai drama being filmed. The boy and girl saw me and smirked. The director (multi-colored hat) called some phrases, then the Thai word for “ACTION” and the camera rolled down the track. There were no words spoken. The girl just looked deeply into the boy’s eyes and then ran away with arms flailing and feigned tears. They broke set and the actors walked away without a word to each other.
Trash encroaching upon the reflection.
The day ended with me being accosted by ladyboys on Sukhumvit soi 4–a notorious spot for hawking flesh. Bangkok.
A quick fried chicken snack for about a dime.
Severin and Tiare, a cool Swiss couple and I had a beer at the Belgian Beer Bar. It’s so refreshing to be around positive people with enthusiasm for life. After, I went for some Italian food and had a delicious lasagna at the pricey and authentic Ai Capone.