8 working days left, a month to say good-bye and still so much going on.
As I write, my passport is being transported to Busan via Cliff Claven's South Korean counterpart. Upon arrival, a travel agent will take my most valuable possession to the Chinese embassy where a double entry visa will join the collection of stamps and visas, after, of course I transfer the $125 it takes to tour China and re-enter the counrty, which will be needed, if say, you decide to take a float down the Mekong river in northern Laos. Laos you ask...I thought you were going to China, Russia and Europe? Isn't Laos going the exact opposite way? Well the answer is yes and yes. But since I've become completely consumed with the "China Lonely Planet" schemes having been brewing. I've imagined climbing mountain passes up to the Tibetan Plateau, trekking trough subtropical bamboo forests inhabited by pandas and floating river journeys that meander along gradual banks that are concealed by dense, morning fog. I'm going to a place where boat captains in large cone-shaped straw hats use sticks to navigate treacherous currents.
So here's my plan for the next few months: Complete my contract July 27th and head up to Seoul on the 29th. In Seoul, I'll see my good friend Amanda off, she's headed back to Colorado, and chill with Kristy and Mikey. I don't know how much chilling we're going to be doing up at the DMZ. We'll be guided by a US soldier, who will lend us binoculars to peer at North Korean servicemen. We'll tread lightly into one of the NK-dug infiltration tunnels found in the 70s by the Southies. And when scoping out the worlds largest flag pole with the worlds largest flag wonder why thousands of North Koreans are starving while such superficial propanganda continues to be perpetuated by this desperate, pathetic, saber-rattling, hermit state.
While up at the DMZ my passport will once again be in foreign hands. This time with another country that played a major role in the war that divided this peninsula: Russia. The Ruskies charge an arm and leg to get in their country as well, it'll probably total $170 or so. Once I get my visa I'll make my way back down to Yeosu. At this time, I'll no longer have a place to call my home, so I'm planning on renting a minbak (a room at a guesthouse) on the beach and just relaxing for a few days. With my heavy work schudule I rarely was able to travel throughout Korea or even relax much. So the first week of August I'm going to have a "Yeosu Vacation." Following this 4-day period of reading, playing guitar, swimming, eating and sleeping I'll train-it back to Seoul. My company to Seoul, will be Aaron and Michelle, who are two fabulous Ontarians that are getting hitched in October. They're both big basketball fans and with the US national team coming to play in Seoul mid-August I thought what could be better than a few beers and a few cheers with some friends before I take off. I bought (second to) top-rate tickets that are within barking distance of Kobe on the bench. D. Wade and Lebron are the two biggest names on the team. They're not guarenteed to suit up but still the chance to see them in Korea is just too cool. We're gonna see a double-header, US vs. Lithuania and South Korean vs. the Dirty Itals. The date is August 13th.
August 15th will be my last day on Korean soil, this time around. I'm departing from Incheon at 6pm and 12 hours later I'll be in China. No the plane isn't flying to Thailand and back, the FERRY will be crossing the Yellow Sea. From my Chinese arrival city, Yantai, I'll probably take a train to Xi'an, where there's some amazing old artifacts, such as the Army of Terracotta Warriors; 2,000 year old life-sized stone figures which number 6,000. My next stop will be Chengdu which is located in the Sichuan provcince. Those who enjoy spicy American-Chinese food dishes, may know this name better as Szechuan...ummm. I've read that a popular saying in China is "do not visit Sichuan when you are young," because you'll never want to leave. The province is known for it's spicy food and diverse people and geological terrain. It encompasses a third of traditional Tibet, and contains four of China's largest rivers, whose waters rush with Himalayan snow melt towards the sea. If I can brave the mountain passes, I'll head into Tibetan villages where Madarin is a foreign tongue and gaze at the green, red, yellow, and white prayer flags that line the pathways like parisian balconies on Bourbon Street. After scorching my taste buds and reducing my oxygen intake (at 16,000 feet) I'm gonna head south to the Yunnan province, which borders Myanmar, Laos, and Vietnam. Hearing from multiple sources that Laoatian life is peaceful and serene I figure why not hop on down. Plus, seeing that Myanmar is led by a brutal military junta and Vietnam seems too crowded and noisy, I decided that this small, communist, land-locked, "most heavily bombed country on Earth," was a place I wanted to check out. In Laos, I'm going to hang out in the north where I'll go on jungle treks and take pictures of temples built around trees. Ha!
From Laos, I'm going to head towards Beijing, I might fly, depends on how much time I spend on the way to and in Laos. On my way up I'll spend the night on a rural section of the Great Wall and wonder if any US spy satellites can see my middle finger from space. After I look for "lucy in the sky with diamonds," and enjoy a "golden slumber," I'll think about "yesterday" and realize that "tomorrow never knows."
La Paz
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