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The scene on the day I left Japan for Korea last summer as I stood on the platform in the Tennoji Station in Osaka…
It doesn’t look like I will be going to Asia this year, but I will likely be spending a couple weeks in Mexico in August, my first return to Mexico in about eight years.
The guidebooks said to watch out for the smells at Jagalchi Market in Busan, but I found it to be one of the least offensive markets, smell-wise, in the many that I visited while in Korea last summer. However, that may have had more to do with the fact that it had been raining all morning. A much smaller Korean market with raw fish, slabs of meat (not on ice and covered with all manner of bugs), and live chickens can be far more offensive to the nostrils on a hot, humid day without a breeze than a gigantic market like Jagalchi which has been doused in rain.
Since the first time I heard Outrage in 1989 I always wanted to visit Nagoya. Despite living in Japan for three years, the opportunity never presented itself (despite having passed Nagoya on the train several times) until 2013. I asked Shinya Tange, Outrage’s drummer, if there were any metal bars or clubs he could recommend. He recommended Scum. The place was much nicer than the name suggests. The owner is super nice and can speak English having lived in California for a while. We spoke in Japanese though. He hands you his iPad and let’s you pick the music. The cover of the album of the currently playing song is projected on the wall. As you can see, I must have picked something off of Mastodon’s “Crack the Skye.”
The other customers were wonderful too. I chatted with a young local who had never even heard of Outrage. I found it rather ironic that I, a foreigner, was able to introduce a native from Nagoya to Outrage.
There were two things that I packed for Korea that I never used. One was a long-sleeved shirt. I’m not sure if I ever encountered temperatures in the 70s during my two-month, summer stay in Korea, let alone the 60s (even after midnight). The other was a swimming suit. I never saw a swimming pool. I did see a couple of beaches, but several people told me that Koreans can’t swim, at all. In fact, while I was there a group of Korean kids died after their boat capsized just off the coast of the Boryeong Mud Festival (보령머드축제). Sad, but with no swimming pools it isn’t too surprising that the chance to swim or that the swimming skills of the natives are slim to none.
I found this sign to be a bit humorous. Is it really necessary to have a sign saying “no swimming” in a dry ditch that is less than one foot in depth? Maybe it is not always dry, but still…
BTW, this was in the UN Memorial Cemetery in Busan. I will have more pictures and stories from there later. It was an emotional experience for me despite the weirdness of this sign.

assortment of schneeballes from Schneeballen found in the basement of a Korean department store (Lotte I think)
Beginning today, and for the foreseeable future, Tuesday’s blog entry will be Korea related.
Today’s pic is of some schneeballes from Schneeballen; these delicious-looking treats can be found all over Korea now. I saw these several times before actually buying one. I imagined something between a pastry and a donut. Instead, these “cookies” from Germany are closer to something between a fortune cookie and a stale collection of balled-up tortilla chips. Needless to say, I didn’t go back for more. They weren’t very sweet, and I felt like I was going to lose a tooth trying to eat one.