Asia | Korea, Republic of | Seoul – The Barber Shoppe Poles
Yesterday was eight months. Eight months I have been writing to myself and sending myself letters. That is eight times thirty, two hundred and forty days, plus. I have only missed one out of those two hundred and forty, that puts me at a ninety nine point seven five percent. A small one quarter of a percent is all I have missed, and I do believe, I sent myself a letter, a blank one, but a letter none the less. I had some really weird dreams last night. I dont remember what they are right now, but I do remember that they were interesting. We are going to the public baths today. I havent been there but I guess it is really nice. There is saunas and hot baths and I will let you know what they are about once I go. It all sounds very Greek to me, not unfamiliar Greek, but Ancient Athens public bath houses. It is where the educated men would go and discuss politics and philosophy and just sit around and be clean. Yesterday was an interesting day, I went out adventuring again. This time I went two blocks away. When I say blocks I say mean two giant blocks. Right in the middle of the city they have the huge ten lane roads that you have to wait for a while, and then there is this mad rush of people to cross. I crossed two of those streets and realized that I was getting really far away from anything that I really recognized. At first I was searching for an Allen wrench, to fix a part on my chair. I finally found this one place that was a small anything goes repair shop. The store was all covered with grease, and so were the men that worked there. I tried to give him some money for helping me, but so far I havent been able to get anyone to accept any money me. Tony is here and he is cooking some eggs and a type of rice milk. I have been eating obscene amounts of food. I went out for dinner last night at about two in the morning and ate this meat soup, and noodles and that spicy kimchi, the boiled cabbage. He just poured me a glass of rice milk and it was really sweet. It tasted like low fat milk used in froot loops, and that was all that was left in the bowl. Just that sugary milk, yeah that. There is no taste of rice whatsoever. Tony just showed me his Beneton condoms. That is one of the great things about Korea, Beneton condoms. Unfortunately they arent lubricated, what is the point of unlubricated condoms? He is preparing breakfast and we are listening to the BBC free radio broadcast over the internet. They have been talking about the trade of international prostitutes. It was a pretty sick story, they were talking about networks of men trading girls from the age of eight to fourteen. There are some serious problems with this world. There is a lot of prostitution here. There are these barbershop poles, the ones you would normally think would be to get your hair cut. Not here, they said that they are to mark out a place to go for prostitutes. Once I found that out I started to notice them everywhere. Just about every street has one. It is kind of funny, the previous day I went to try and get my hair cut, but couldnt get in because there was a big step in the way. I wonder what would have happened if I was able to get up, and sit there. Tony keeps trying to talk to me, about some president of Venezuela, and how he stepped down from power because he wasnt popular enough. So anyway what if I was sitting in the middle of this prostitution parlor, not able to speak the language, ad trying to get my hair cut? An odd, innocent situation. I need to keep writing, because we need to get going soon. I wonder if Tony is trying to get my goat by talking to me so much. I told him the other day that I hated when Hunt and Cynthia used to interrupt me every time I tried to write. I wonder if that is what he is trying to do. Distract me so that I cant complete any form of logical thought. Three eggs is what I can eat, and Tony just made twelve, twelve eggs is what he just cooked up. A dozen eggs. That is a lot of eggs to fry up. He only fried up the whites, and left the yokes in the sink, so they arent as big as an egg usually is. I was invited to go to a Orchestra and Choir event yesterday it is on the nineteenth. I asked this girl about the Korean alphabet, because the vowels all sound the same to me. She told me she was moving to Indiana to specialize in music. She gave me two tickets. It is where the Opera house is. That was at a diner that we, Tony and I, eating again, ate a spicy tuna sandwich. The eggs are done. Good and fluffy and very hot. We have a busy day today. After the baths we have to buy tickets to a rave, sixty thousand wan, and train tickets that are going to take us to the south of Korea, and then to take a boat to Japan. I think this is such a wonderful idea. Now the BBC is discussing that it just might be a good idea to have one great big federated world. That all these individual countries just dont agree, so we should maybe just join everything. Tony brought up a good point, that the people in Palestine are not going to agree with something like that. They are yet to see any benefits that this world can bring. For that matter, you are always going to get someone that doesnt agree. I apologize for such scattered writing today. Focus Dusty.