Years ago, when I was on a month-long journey through Italy, everyone suggested that I visit the island of Capri. But everyone who had made such a recommendation told me that they had only visited for the day. They had all followed the same path: bussed to the top on the island’s winding roads, rode the chairlift at the peak for the panoramas, walked the markets, and then, ultimately, booked a boat tour into the Blue Grotto. The Blue Grotto, as the picture above shows, presents water so blue–so spectacularly illuminated–that if they could capture that color and set it in a stone, it would be the new must-have engagement gem. Read more
I like to write about driving in other countries because quite often I’m curious or intrigued by the things that I see on the road. Read more
It was a calm morning at Gwang-An Beach when I launched my paddleboard into the absence of surf. Since the winds were down and swells small, I paddled away from the beach, which was enclosed by skyscrapers and mountains now blocked by the buildings. The long bridge across Busan straddled the bay and I made the twenty-minute trip to one of the concrete blocks serving as a support. Read more
This post doesn’t need many words; we’re doing more of a photo tour today. If you have questions about the markets of Busan, ask them in the comments section. Across from the fish market, you can get some awesome doughnuts. That’s about all you need to know. Oh, and Korea does doughnuts quite well. This is a post about fish and doughnuts. Yum. Well together, gross, but yum in separate circumstances.
I entered Korea’s Boryeong Mud Festival late; all of the youth were happily slipping and sliding and just caked in the stuff. My t-shirt was still white. Not a good look for anyone at a mud festival, but especially not for me–an old man in his mid-thirties–surrounded by kids nearly half my age. These kids needed the mud because they were stupid; I needed the mud just to fit in. Read more