Geoje Island and a Spaz Update

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Saturday morning I got up bright and early to make it into Busan for the 10:30 ferry. I whipped out my camera and prepared to be the world’s best little blogger…only to realize that I’d left my memory card in my card reader on the table in my apartment. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Geoje Island is definitely worth the visit. I’d go so far as to say that tourists to Korea would do better to skip Seoul and just head down south to check out all of the craggy islands dotting the Korean coast. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. I spent the day at Gujora beach, laying in the sun, building a sand castle (and yes I did get strange looks for that one), and picking up pretty shells. That night about 20 expats had a bonfire and roasted veggies and such over it.

Epic Spaz Updates:
1. Forgetting my memory card.

Saturday morning I got up bright and early to make it into Busan for the 10:30 ferry. I whipped out my camera and prepared to be the world’s best little blogger…only to realize that I’d left my memory card in my card reader on the table in my apartment. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Geoje Island is definitely worth the visit. I’d go so far as to say that tourists to Korea would do better to skip Seoul and just head down south to check out all of the craggy islands dotting the Korean coast. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. I spent the day at Gujora beach, laying in the sun, building a sand castle (and yes I did get strange looks for that one), and picking up pretty shells. That night about 20 expats had a bonfire and roasted veggies and such over it.

Epic Spaz Updates:
1. Forgetting my memory card.
2. I’m sure there have been many updates related to ridiculous things I do before coffee. I am absolutely retarded before caffeine. As usual, I poured the second half of my coffee pot into my travel mug before heading off to work. No problem there, I didn’t even manage to get any on my new white polo shirt (let’s see if it lasts the day) and then I realized that there were white bits floating along the top. I opened the fridge again and sure enough my milk had gone bad. Aside from the travesty of wasting a cup of coffee made from freshly roasted Kenya beans was the fact that I had already had a cup of it with the sour milk and didn’t notice. My stomach and bad milk are decidedly unhappy.



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