Brief update
This is going to be quite brief as I simply do not have the time to recount all that has happened since my departure from the continental United States. Tokyo was some crazy shit (yes, so much so that I must wholly ignore the proprieties of English grammar.) I've decided that I love hostels. They are one of the greatest things ever invented for adventurous youths ages 18-28. Within 2 minutes of walking into my room and locating my bunk I had already met five other fellow travelers, each from a different part of the world, London, Edinburg, Perth, Salt Lake City. Not one of us knew each other and yet within the hour we were exploring together, quite joyously, the urban wilderness that was Tokyo. What followed are the tales of Family Mart pub crawls, fending off persistent Nigerian pimps, Josh losing his wallet from sucking on the utters of a golden cow at 12 AM, crazy Czech women, the darts match of the century: Britain vs The Colonies, and a brief 5 AM encounter with the local police. And this was all just on the first night.
Currently, I am in Shanghai, visiting with some friends and family. Tomorrow I will be leaving for Seoul. I will be seeing Min for the first time in what seems to be decades. We are going to something call the Boryeong Mudfest 2008. I'm sure that if you look online you will be able to find snippets of last year's madness, hundreds of people getting sloshed off of barrel-fulls of soju, rolling around in cosmetic grade mud and then washing it off at the gorgeous beach adjacent only to do it all over again with some other set of complete strangers. At the risk of sounding like a pre-pubescent girl from the 1970's, I am on pins and fucking needles.
Currently, I am in Shanghai, visiting with some friends and family. Tomorrow I will be leaving for Seoul. I will be seeing Min for the first time in what seems to be decades. We are going to something call the Boryeong Mudfest 2008. I'm sure that if you look online you will be able to find snippets of last year's madness, hundreds of people getting sloshed off of barrel-fulls of soju, rolling around in cosmetic grade mud and then washing it off at the gorgeous beach adjacent only to do it all over again with some other set of complete strangers. At the risk of sounding like a pre-pubescent girl from the 1970's, I am on pins and fucking needles.
