Day 3: The perils of off-season

So, here I am in Busan, South Korea, sitting alone on the floor of an empty dorm. Check out the mosquito nets.

Summer has, I guess, been officialy over for six days, so there's nobody around. There was a Canadian guy I was talking to briefly, and someone who turned up today and looks like a middle-aged German hippy. Considering the circumstances, he most likely is a middle-aged German hippy. So I've just been walking around town on my own. It's reminding me of how Tehran was, in that I'm weirdly isolated and the city smells pretty bad.

However, she shining ray of awesome is this:



Gwangalli Beach. It's been two years since I last swam in the sea, at Pacific Beach in San Diego, and it's good to be back. I heart the sea.

In other news, I've been thinking for a while what to do for new year. I'm going to head to Mongolia around January 7, and flying to there from pretty much anywhere I could be is going to be expensive. So Bangkok maybe, I thought. A Thai island of some kind (good ones, not the leper ones)? Some random town in India? Shit, I thought, I should just go to Toronto. Then I realised I should do exactly that. Six months is too long for this being-alone thing. See you later, Canadia*.

*Not a typo.