Away at Last

Arrived in Korea after 9 hours flying and two movies. The view out of the hotel room was not very encouraging and the evening meal definitely lost a lot in the translation from Korean to European. But not to be deterred we went walking next morning before our flight and it is surprising what you can discover if you give a place a chance.

All done with bottle tops. I can feel a make-over coming on for Lydford Close so save all those tops.

A small local gallery had a display of wooden dog carvings with an notation in Korean for each. Not to sure if it was an explanation of the breed or a recipe.

Lynda testing her Korean on one of the locals.

Cannot remember this story from Sunday school.

Or this one.

A walk in in the local park among the last of the cherry blossoms. From an outsiders viewpoint Korea seems to be a strange mixture of Chinese and Japanese with bits and pieces from both cultures.

Back on the bus to the airport. Greyhound take note of the decor. It seems very middle eastern and we half expected the the radio to start blaring out Arabic music. There were a lot of Turkish planes at the airport so perhaps a bit of cross culture is happening. But if they can get the bus decor right (for the Turks) why can’t they get the food from other countries right?

Off to Paris over the frozen lakes of Siberia. It does not look too inviting from 36,000 ft. On the ground it must be bloody dismal.

We are now on the boat in Dirksmuide. After a couple of days of hard work all is now shipshape for the summer. We are off to Yipes for a few days with the local boat club. The area around here is full of WW 1 battle fields with quite a few references to Australian soldiers. An appropriate place to spend Anzac day.