return

Time certainly flies when you're working hard and playing harder. Is this adulthood?
It can't be, if you jaywalk and trespass on a regular basis,
most often in search of a prime location to howl at the moon.......right?

Let's take a stroll back to the days when two feral siblings roamed the islands, mountains, and towns of Korea.
Post Seoul and a brief interlude in Gunsan: We picked an arbitrary city, Daejon, to be our  next excursion. We heard tale of an elaborate arboretum, currency museum, and had hopes of delicious foods. What we found was an arboretum in its infancy, its complicated design made clear by the juvenile trees trying to fulfill expectations. The labyrinth was chest high, better suited for an awkward walk rather a thrilling game of escape. The rose garden was a diverse scattering, voluptuous English beauties shouldered next to delicate tea roses. More akin to subway car than formal event, the resulting atmosphere was both chaotic and content.

Unfortunately, my camera battery died shortly after the rose garden. So no pictures of the strange currency museum and only one picture of our creepy love motel. This place had more LEDs than a rave as well as his and her robes that had most certainly seen crisper days.

All in all, Daejon is interesting. A wonderful place to visit. Once. The following weekend we packed our bags and headed to Seonyudo Island for our first Korean camping adventure.....