The best thing about travelling

The best thing about travelling
Busan, South Korea

Busan, South Korea

Brave title, dick. There are probably many best things. And they change. But the thing that occurred to me today;

In a foreign country you barely have to move to see something new every day.

Deserted beach, with sea rushing in
Lively beach.

The context for that is my doing the same today as yesterday, lying on a beach under a cloudy sky, with someone else’s question (of their own journey) “is it enough?” in my head. Well, is it? Those are dangerous words, and ones that mostly come into your head when you already think the answer is no, but still-is this enough for my second day in a new country? Then I recalled yesterday’s stroll round Busan at night, looking at live fish gaping at me and eels thrashing in their tanks, ready to be served at the restaurants they were guarding. Today’s run took me round the headland to a spot where family after family was setting up and knocking off a picnic on the prom; using their seaside location no matter that the weather is cloudy (though admittedly, still 26 degrees).

So. I’ve barely moved locations, but yes, I’ve seen something new. And it is enough.

“However, while there is nothing more “natural” than large numbers of children dying in a Malthusian cesspool of unchecked contagious disease, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that we should avoid that.”

Huffington Post “As if it’s not enough to be trying to get some sense out of this frigging game [golf], you have to carry around this madman trying to swallow your soul.” Rabbit, Run.

An emergency response vehicle, marked "Terrorism Response".
A reassuring sight.

On the beach

On the beach
Busan, South Korea

Busan, South Korea

Green walkway, coaches parked in the road to the side. City skyscrapers and a mountain poking up behind
Welcome to Busan.

Up, shower, walk. Ferry port. Ferry. Pulls away, up onto hydrofoils and after less than three hours of smooth gliding; Korea. Out. Walk. Subway. Push, jostle-all counties full of barbarians to Japanese eyes. I see why.

Haeundae beach resort, tumbled together mass of tall and small buildings, restaurants, pubs – I want to say bar overseas, but they adopt the word pub themselves, it seems.

Wow! Hostel. That’s its name, rather than description, but it seems cool.

Lunch. Convenience. Beach. Ahhh.

Reading: Updike, Rabbit, Run.

Appilike: Korea subway lite. It’s not pretty, it’s not searchable, but it lets you check which way you should be going and how to get places whilst offline. If you’re online there are better options.

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