Midnight Madness

Saturday afternoon, overcome with the novelty of a CD player, I took it round to Paulo's and danced around her apartment in my bra. I couldn't help myself. I had not listened to any of my music in almost 7 weeks, or very little western music at all, for that matter. She did her best to ignore me as she scrubbed her kitchen floor. Once I had calmed down, I went back to my own apartment, and listened to yet more of my music. I felt a surge of satisfaction flow through me; my very own music!

In keeping with the madness of Saturday, James and I set out to Wymyoung Park at 9.30, when it had got cold and dark. We walked all 4/5 wooded hills in the dark, 8km in total without the aid of a torch. At one point, we decided to walk off the trail, and into the thick of the woods. The hill was steep and slippery, but James, who was in front, did a good job of finding a way to the top without either of us getting injured. Bizarrely, I was not frightened at all; I had good company, and felt the exhilaration of venturing into the unknown. It was 1.15 sunday morning when we finished, and we went straight to the nearest bar afterwards, feeling that we both deserved a beer. Once we had finished our beer and got bored of the inquisition imposed on us by the barmaid, (me, Yonguk, him, Canada etc) we hailed a taxi and ended up in James' watering hole, the Luxor, where he is known of old. We stayed there until 5am when Gunsan had become deathly quiet: no taxis, no buses, no people. Complete silence.

James wants to top this. I will be suprised if he can think of anything, as there is nothing quite so mad as walking that distance in the dark in a forest (without breaking the law, of course). Lets just see how my cold fares (Its so bad, I have lost my voice). The Gomdo teacher blames the fact that I was walking around Wymyoung at that time of night, but the fact is I was feeling fine when I did that. Who knows.