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Log in No account? Recent Entries Archive Friends Profile. After another weekend drowned in rivers of awful beer, I resolved to get some exercise tonight. I try to exercise at least a moderate amount these days, for health, vanity, clarity of mind, and the simple fact that I have a a tough time sitting still for long periods of time.
I have a lot of energy pulsing around, which, in a more discplined man, would manifest itself in a lot of work done and a more productive life. But it is possible to be hyper AND lazy, so I guess this extra dose just makes me somewhat jittery and kind of a spaz. Tonight I took an urban hike. I'm an avid walker and hiker, and urban wanderings have always been one of my favorite ways to release this urge. I've spend countless hours meandering around various cities, sometimes while straight, and other times on champion doses of drugs.
I've walked most every inch of central Seattle. I've hiked through some really sketchy parts of LA and Chicago and New York, taking in the locals like dangerous animals on a safari. I've explored the rabbit warren that is the streets of London. I've gotten purposely lost in Bangkok. Busan is a great city for urban hiking, because it is a place of contrasts.
You can be walking on a main road, past steel and glass buildings and loud, neon-lit game parlours and Dunkin Donuts and car dealerships, then take one turn down a side street, and BAM! This other world is old Busan, crammed with tiny brick and plaster houses and stores; dotted with one room restaurants serving steamed pigs' feet or grilled chicken asses, populated by hard luck red-faced Koreans downing green bottles of soju and maliciously smoking skinny cigarettes.
You will pass hunchbacked old women sitting on elevated platforms, wearing bright pajama pants, with weezened faces that have seen the worst of 20th century war and hardship. Feral cats will dart out from behing improvised motorized carts hauling wet cardboard or old TV sets. Bloated rat-like dogs will glance at you indifferently. This aged and poorer Busan exists right along side the glossy futureland that is the more attractive and evident part of the city.