An exciting weekend in Jeju!

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Let me begin by saying, whoops, I lied in my last post, when I said that [this] post would deal with “go[ing] back roughly a year in time to talk about some of my past adventures that haven't yet been mentioned here.” Unfortunately, I haven't yet dealt with the necessary Photoshop work to post anything from Thailand, Cambodia, or Vietnam (January - May 2012), and the more I think about it, the more likely it seems that it will be another couple months.

But I have no shortage of things to write about from life on Jeju, my new island-home. For instance, this past weekend, November 17^th and 18^th, I was visited (again) by my friend Katie, who lives on “the mainland.” She landed at Jeju International Airport at 2PM on Saturday, and I was there to pick her up on my new motorcycle.

And thus the derailing of my stories begins. I purchased a new motorcycle less than a week ago!

A stock photo of a 2003 Hyosung Comet 250.

Me riding my new bike just outside my apartment.

I didn't realize how small the bike looks with me on it until I saw this photo.  I can't imagine how silly I must have looked driving my previous bikes.

It's a 2003 Hyosung (shockingly, a Korean company) Comet 250. While those of you reading this in America might laugh at a 250 cubic centimeter (cc) engine, this is actually double the displacement of any motorcycle or scooter I've owned, or for that matter, driven. So to me, it feels like a 1000cc Kawasaki Ninja or some such thing. Bikes with engines over 125cc are pretty rare in Asia. In fact, I only know of one other foreigner on Jeju who has a 250cc bike. There is the occasional Harley Davidson, but they're extremely rare.

I suppose the ownership of small-displacement bikes generally makes sense. Most people who drive motorcycles or scooters here use them only to get around town, where traffic speeds are low, and steep hills aren't terrifically common. I knew; however, that I wanted a bike that I could drive around the whole island, which includes a lot of steep, mountain roads, and highways, and I wanted to be able to do it with a passenger. Additionally, I'm pretty sure that on my summer vacation, I will do a trip around the mainland. Neither of these goals would have been realistic on a 125cc bike. So after doing a bit of research, I ended up purchasing my new baby for 1.1 million Korean Won, or almost exactly $1,000 US. For reference, my previous 125cc bikes cost ~$350 and ~$250 in Korea and Vietnam, respectively. The nice part about this purchase is that, unless it is stolen or destroyed, I should be able to sell it to someone else for nearly the same price when I finish my contract and depart Jeju. So the thousand bucks is pretty much just a deposit.

Back to the main story. At 2PM on Saturday, November 17^th, I picked Katie up at the airport, and we returned to my apartment to listen to some “Gangnam Style” and get ready to go on an adventure. After bundling up in a rather absurd amount of warm clothing, we were on the road at 3 or so, and intended to drive down “Mysterious Road,” a road I'd been wanting to check out since I first saw the sign for it, a couple weeks ago. But first we needed some alcohol for after the drive. I was (and always am) all for soju – cheap and dangerous Korean rice liquor – but Katie wouldn't have any of it. We were going to have whiskey, or nothing. So we stopped at Lotte Mart, which is basically a Korean Wal-Mart minus the horrible labor-history, and picked up a bottle of Jameson's. By the time we'd finished shopping and found Mysterious Road, it was within maybe half an hour of sunset. The sun sets here at about 5:30PM in mid-November. We decided to at least cruise a few kilometers up what appeared to be a peaceful 2-lane road through a forest of deciduous and coniferous trees.

Within about a kilometer of leaving what I would describe as “town,” we saw a big, fluorescent sign for “Jeju Secret Love.” I'd heard of “Jeju Love Land” before, and had also heard that there were competing attractions elsewhere on the island. From what I'd heard of “Jeju Love Land,” it was something like a theme park, but dedicated to sex. Curious, we pulled into the parking lot and saw what, from a distance, seemed to be a botanical garden decked-out in Christmas lights. Katie was overjoyed to see something Christmas-related, so we decided to pay the 9,000 Won (~$8) entry fee, and wandered in. Rounding the first corner in what still appeared to be a Christmas-themed botanical garden, we found this 8-foot tall statue waiting for us:

Yup, it's a big statue of a flasher with a huge erection.

Upon closer inspection, the statue was of a flasher, and across the path from this … monstrosity? … was a statue of a woman, shocked by the sight of the penis. There, I said it. Penis. Get used to it, because you'll probably read that word another hundred times and see another ten of them before the end of this post. Katie's immediate reaction to seeing this statue was to start laughing so hard I thought she was going to hyperventilate.

The whole thing seemed so out-of-place in Korea. It's a very reserved society, especially when dealing with matters of sex, so an eight-foot statue of a man with a raging hard-on is not something one expects to see in a botanical garden, which of course we were now discovering, “Jeju Secret Love” is most certainly not.

We took some obligatory silly pictures with the flasher statue, and then stood on the side of the path and waited for Koreans to round that first corner so we could observe their reactions, which were comedy gold. Katie came up with the brilliant idea to return here some day in the summer with lawn chairs, beers, and a video camera, and spend a few hours taping the reactions of Korean tourists seeing, for the first time, a giant, stone statue with a rock-hard (get it?!) cock that I literally couldn't get my hand around.

Katie hyperventilating from laughter.

Katie shocked!

 

Well, that settles it.  I'm not running for political office.

The path continued along, weaving through trees beautifully covered with hundreds of Christmas lights and statues of transvestite centaurs with huge, exposed breasts and giant horse cocks. Weird. Then there was the bridge with arches on each end that had to be walked under. The first arch was the lower half of a man, with each leg forming one side of the arch, and, of course, a huge erection. The second arch was the same concept, but this time, it was the lower half of a woman. It was strange, because it was obvious that at the time this statue was made, her vagina should have been as visible as the man's penis. But it seemed that at some later time, a bikini-bottom was painted onto the woman. So the vagina was still carved into the statue, but it was just painted over. I still have no idea why there were so many penises and so few vaginas on display. For the duration of our walk through “Jeju Secret Love,” we were leapfrogging a group of 5 older (50ish) Korean women, and their reactions and the photos they took here were priceless.

There was a gift shop at “Jeju Secret Love” that sold Jeju-themed keychains (non-sexual), dildos, miniature horse sculptures (non-sexual), sexy outfits, candy (non-sexual), and anal beads. Back outside the gift shop, there was a statue that can only be described as a case study in racial insensitivity. There was a hall of sexual positions that was downright pornographic, and I'm not really sure it's cool for me to post the pictures I took there as-is, so I edited them a bit. And finally, there was a naked-from-the-waist-down Santa.

Korean hilarity.

Did you think I was joking about the transvestite centaurs?

Don't want to miss that shot.  Katie's work iPad has been tainted.

There is no caption that does this photo justice.

Racial insensitivity at it's finest.

Wow.

Still wow.

Still still wow.

Thanks for ruining Christmas, Jeju Secret Love.

Abs sore from laughing so much, we finally left “Jeju Secret Love” shortly after dark and drove back to my neighborhood in the cold. We stopped for dinner at one of the two restaurants within walking distance of my apartment. The ambiance was nice – it was built around an old-fashioned wood-burning stove that filled the air with the smell of … description fail … a wood-burning stove. If only the owners were as enjoyable as the environment. The food was good, but the couple who ran the restaurant seemed to resent our being there. We were the only people there, but it was early, so it wasn't like they just wanted us out so they could close down. Whatever. I guess even in a place where everybody is friendly, there will be a few who aren't.

Back at my apartment, we pregamed with Jameson's and sah-ee-duh (sound it out: cider - that's what they call lemon-lime soda here) with a side of the prior week's South Park. Then we headed out, by taxi, to a pedestrians-only street where I hoped we'd bump into some other native English-speakers, or Koreans eager to practice their English. Neither happened, but we did find a dance club that was playing “Gangnam Style” both in- and outdoors. We stepped in for a few seconds, realized how out-of-place we felt, and then returned to the outdoor speakers and danced “Gangnam Style” until the song came to an end. The other highlight of the night was grabbing a ginormous crab out of an outdoor tank at a crab restaurant and chasing Katie around with it making scary alien noises. I was then encouraged by an employee at the restaurant to return the crab to it's temporary housing.

The next morning, after checking that the weather would remain pleasant (i.e. no rain) for the rest of the day, we hopped on my bike and returned to “Mysterious Road,” which, according to my Jeju map, would ultimately lead us to Seogwipo. Seogwipo (pronounced Suh-gwee-po) is the second largest city on Jeju island (but is actually much more a “village” than a city) and is one of the most popular tourist destinations in South Korea.

The drive was amazing – perhaps the best I've been on in Korea. Mysterious Road snaked it's way up from sea level to 1,100 meters through a primarily deciduous forest. At lower elevations, many of the leaves were still on the trees, although they were often beginning to turn brown. The road sometimes would split into two one-way roads, each taking a different, curving path, and separated by enough forest that the vehicles traveling in the opposite direction couldn't be heard. It was a beautiful drive. The road reached it's highest elevation at 1,100 meters, where the temperature was considerably colder, and we found ourselves continually engulfed in and / or surrounded by clouds. Any colors that had survived the coming of fall were muted by the clouds, and the landscape, perhaps because of the limited visibility, was gorgeous, in a rather apocalyptic way. There was a rest stop here, and in danger of losing our fingers and toes to frostbite (not literally), we stopped for long enough to enjoy a cup of coffee and go on a short walk before getting back on the road to Seogwipo.

The second half of the drive was even more beautiful than the first, largely because the weather cleared up a good bit, and we found ourselves in the sun almost as often as not. A few kilometers outside of Seogwipo city, we discovered a science museum with a massive satellite dish. We stopped for some photos and because science is awesome, and I let Katie drive my motorcycle around the parking lot, which was empty, because, unfortunately, the museum was closed. But it was still cool, since there were some sciencey (I know this isn't a real word, but if it were, would it be spelled sciencey or sciency?) contraptions outside that we were able to play with.

We then got back on the road which we thought would take us to Seogwipo city, and if we had stayed on it long enough, it may very well have done just that. But we again found ourselves sidetracked, this time by a large Buddhist temple called Yakcheonsa Temple, which according to www.visitkorea.or.kr, “measur[es] an impressive 30m high and span[s] a total area of 3,305 meters squared, [and] it is the largest temple in the East.” Not too sure how either “temple” or “the East” is defined, but regardless, it was very impressive. After having lived a year in Korea, and visited a number of temples all over other parts of Asia, it's possible to come to a feeling of “if you've seen one temple, you've seen them all.” Yakcheonsa, however, didn't abide by this rule; it definitely felt quite different from many of the temples I've seen before, especially others I've visited in Korea. And as a nice bonus, it was free to visit! Here, have some pictures:

Yakcheonsa: the main temple.

Inside Yakcheonsa Temple.

Lots and lots of crows.

By the time we left Yakcheonsa it was after 4PM, and neither of us had eaten since the toast we had at my apartment that morning. So we found a Korean barbeque and had Jeju black pork, which I've talked about in an earlier post. Before this meal, I'd never seen (or eaten) meat that still had hair in / on it. Obviously, the pig we ate had been shaved, but it's outer skin was still on, so we could see the follicles of the black hairs that differentiated this pig from it's mainland cousins. It was delicious, and the only reason I knew there were hair follicles in my food was because I'd seen them. If I'd eaten here blind, I'd never be able to tell you it was any different from any other Jeju barbeques.

The service was quite slow here, so by the time we were done eating, it was probably 5PM or so. I had hoped to be home before dark, because I didn't really want to drive my motorcycle on an unfamiliar highway with a passenger after dark, but things didn't work out in our favor, so that's exactly what I had to do. Fortunately, the highways on Jeju (which have a speed limit of 80 kph) are in incredible shape, so the drive back wasn't nearly as stressful as I was worried it could have been.

The next morning, I had to have Katie to the airport by 7AM for her 8AM flight. I got her there no problem, and then went to my school, where I slept on the sofa in my office until I had to go to my first class. It's a tough job. All things considered, it was an awesome weekend, and it has me really looking forward to warm weather. I think Jeju will be an amazing place in the late spring / summer / early fall.

One more time, for old-times sake: Penis.

Just a tad overdue - Nepal 4 of 4

It's been a good long while since I've done any writing so I guess I'll just get right to it.  Here, at long last, is the last of my Nepal photo-entries.

After a surprisingly comfortable Christmas Day van ride, I arrived in Chitwan, just outside of Chitwan National Park, the home of the 2012 International Elephant Race (and elephant soccer game ... seriously).  The environment here, versus the lodges on the Annapurna and Everest Treks, was tropical.  The elevation here is roughly 150 meters above sea level.  I didn't know that Nepal GOT this low.  The lodge I stayed at featured electricity, a shower, and a Western toilet.  Livin' large.

A Belgian couple (or Dutch?  I can't remember ... the perils of writing a blog entry nine months after the events contained therein) told me to wander up the river to see a crocodile they'd seen.  I saw him, but got only crappy pictures.  I did, however, get a nice shot of this outdoor speaker that was blaring AC/DC (did I mention this was Christmas Day) in a decidedly resortish part of "town."

This is what a taxi looks like in Chitwan.  I got a few rides on these guys while I was in Chitwan.  Not quite as nice as a Crown Victoria, but more memorable.

Pshew ... made it through Christmas without any particularly blasphemous comments.
... resist the temptation ...
... RESIST! ...
Sorry, couldn't resist.  Christmas only comes around once a year, after all.
Q: What's the difference between Jesus and a picture of Jesus?
A: It only takes one nail to hang the picture!
Oh, SNAP!
So anyways, the morning of the 26th was super foggy.  Here's a bit after sunrise.

It's pretty tough to do Chitwan individually (i.e. not as part of a tour group), so I spent about three days here with a tour group, and on the morning of the 26th, our first activity was to go out on the Narayami river on a dug-out canoe.  It was a foggy morning.

One of my major goals on this portion of my trip (Chitwan and Bardia National Parks) was to see a live tiger.  If you're interested in how that all turned out, read one of my previous entries, which probably has the word "tiger" in the title.  In Chitwan I did NOT see a live tiger, but my group saw plenty of tiger paw prints, like this one.  Prior to our group seeing this print, we were given an extensive safety talk.  The conclusion was this: if we see a dangerous animal ... it's case-by-case.  That was it.  But fortunately, we were being guided by two 5-foot tall guys armed with bamboo sticks.

These are ducks.

These are elephants.

This is a guy climbing an elephant.  He wandered into the river and pat the elephant in a particular way.  It responded by using it's trunk to lift him up on top of it's head, at which point he rode it back to it's home like a horse.  Can you imagine having a pet elephant?  Aweome, minus the food costs and, ahem, cleanup.

Went on a 4x4 ride, which was cool, but disappointing - I was led to believe I'd see 400 tigers, 300 elephants, and a unicorn.  Nonetheless, a rhino was pretty cool to see.

Young gharial crocodiles at a breeding center.  I spent a few minutes on Wikipedia to find some gharial-related information, and came up with this fascinating gem: "The length of the snout is 3.5 (in adults) to 5.5 times (in young) the breadth of the snout's base."  OMG!  (Damn you, lack-of sarcastic font.)

"I would eat your face off if my own face wasn't so fragile." - old Ghiari proverb

Now the morning of the 27th, about to go on an elephant ride.  Fun, but Nepal's equivalent of a roller coaster.  An elephant-ride factory, basically.  They obviously just wanted to get everyone on and off as fast as possible.  I rode with a German mother and her two teenage children who spoke English, but only spoke German for the duration of the ride.  Here's something no one thinks about when getting on an elephant ride - this shit ain't comfortable.  And photography from a bouncy-ass elephant ain't easy.

Back through the river.  This river-crossing was obviously included as a gimmick - "OMG!  I rode an elephant through a river!"  And this Indian family has iPhone photos to prove it!

As gimmicky as the elephant ride was, we did see another rhino.  The closest I'd ever been (or would ever HOPE to be) to a rhino in the wild.  Notice the steamy breath?

Who knew there were rhinos in Nepal?!

Merry Christmas to you too, scary scarecrow-Santa.

As I mentioned in an earlier caption, I was in Chitwan for the "International Elephant Race" and soccer game.  No one in Chitwan or the surrounding villages has a car, but they all have bicycles, hence the mass of unlocked bicycles at the event.

What?  You've never seen an elephant with war-paint?

I can't even remember if these guys were judges in the elephant soccer game or players.  Notice the toenails on the elephants.  Wait ... you've never been to an elephant soccer game?!  Loser!

Dancers at the post elephant-soccer game events.  This entire event was really memorable and awesome.  And the food and beer were super-cheap.  I wish I was there again, right now.

We visited an elephant-breeding center.  This little guy was born a week before we arrived.  I remember having told friends during silly drunken conversations that my theoretical "ideal pet" was a pygmy elephant.  I don't think such a thing exists, but after seeing this little guy, my opinions were justified.  Minus the whole "feeding" and "cleaning the shit up" things, I can't imagine a cooler pet.

I'm hoping that the following tag will attract more visitors to my blog: "ELEPHANT TIT PORN."  (But seriously, wouldn't one expect elephant titties to be horrifyingly gigantic?  I'm a bit disappointed.)

Night at the International Elephant Race (and soccer game).

A second ago, I accidentally typed in "rave" instead of "race," and now I'm wondering how awesome it would be to attend the "International Elephant Rave."  Right, guys? *silence*

On my last day in Chitwan, I went back to the elephant breeding center with unknown-nationality Goffery and Anna, and wandered through the forest shown in this photo in yet another unsuccessful attempt to see a tiger.  We were alone, and in the dark of the denser portions of the forest, so it got mildly frightening at times, but the most terrifying creature we saw was the beast in this photo.  And yeah, those are 20,000+ foot mountains in the background.  Horse is not impressed.

Some kind of bee.  I wish I had a macro lens.

Seriously, I wish I had a macro lens.  I will be totally willing to sacrifice a few hand-welts for better closeups of bees and butterflies and whatnot.  Isn't the iridescence of this guy's wings incredible?

I had to photoshop the shit out of this picture to even get it THIS visible.  Other photographers out there will get what I'm complaining about... trying to get a noise-free photo of a monkey jumping from one branch to another AT DUSK is GODDAMN IMPOSSIBLE.  Note to self: return to monkey-land and observe monkeys at mid-day.

This is a gibbon.

Now for a story: The tale of Glenn's passage from Chitwan to Bardia.

Most of the people that go to Nepal as tourists go there and do some kind of trek - Annapurna Circuit, Everest Base Camp, etc. and MAYBE make it to Chitwan National Park.  Not many tourists make it to Bardia, but I'd read it was, because of it's remoteness, a great spot for wildlife.

The ride from Chitwan to Bardia was long.  Something like ten hours on a full bus.  I was doing this portion of my trip independently, and it was a bit sketchy.  I boarded a bus at the Chitwan bus stop some time in the afternoon, and promptly (and shockingly) fell asleep.  Maybe the totally-legal Valium had something to do with this.  Perhaps because I was the only English-speaker on the bus, the stops (for dinner and to pee ... no, not at highway restrooms, just on the side of the road) were kind of weird.  And the times were insane.  The dinner stop made sense, but the 2AM stop, which lasted half an hour didn't make any sense.  Nonetheless, I used it to drink a pile of 10 Rs. (70 Nepali rupees = $1 US at the time of my visit) milk teas.

At 4:15 AM, thank Valium, I was asleep again, when the guy next to me (I have no idea how he knew where I wanted to get off the bus) let me know - via elbow nudging - that we'd made it to Bardia, and I was to get off here.  This was the only time in my time in Nepal that I arrived anywhere early.  I was let off the bus in the pitch dark with a distant building the ONLY source of light on a cloudy night.  To be clear, I was basically dropped off on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere.  There was only one building - a 10 foot by 10 foot cinderblock shack barely illuminated by a gas lantern that I spent 5 minutes walking to.  It turned out to be a military checkpoint where no one spoke English.  Not knowing what to do, and not really sure what to do about this unusual situation in the pitch black, I invited myself inside (the 3 Nepali military guys armed with machine guns weren't opposed to this), to wait until daylight.

Fortunately, only a few minutes passed before a guy on a motorcycle arrived.  He was there to pick up nonexistent guests for "Mr. B's Place."  There were no guests waiting there, but I was.  The driver spoke English, and I communicated that I needed a place to stay; he was there to take people TO a place to stay, and I got a ride on his motorcycle.  It turned out the village of Bardia was about a 15-minute motorcycle ride from the military checkpoint on a crazy dirt road.  On the pre-dawn ride, I noticed several people walking the opposite direction of us.  I asked what they were doing out at this ridiculous hour, and was told they were walking to school.  It was still before 5AM.  I will never doubt the drive of Nepali people.

I arrived at "Mr. B's Place" shortly before 5AM, and immediately met Mr. B.  There's a picture of him further down.  He kindly let me stay the night (kinda ... it was now about 5AM) for FREE.

If you ever make it to Bardia, stay at Mr. B's Place.  It's amazing, and Mr. B is great.

Woke up at ~9ish on the 29th, and after breakfast, wandered through town and the surrounding forest.  In fact, I spent this whole day simply wandering the area.  It was awesome.  As for the town, there were maybe 10 shops total and a population of a few hundred.  I had lunch in town: 4 samosas, 2 doughnuts, a fried vegetable-pile, and two cups of milk tea.  The total?  55 Rupees.  (75 Nepali Rupees = $1US)

This is a butterfly.  Surprisingly, there are a lot of butterfly species that live in Nepal.

Remember that thing I said earlier about it being difficult to get photos of monkeys jumping all nimbly-bimbly from tree to tree?  Well, it's still true.

Is it a monkey?  Is it a dog?  It's monkey-dog!
(I don't know what it is.  I'll try to remember to find out when I am more patient ... and sober.  Whatever this thing is, they're all the hell all over Nepal, especially near Bardia.)

A village I discovered while wandering around mindlessly.

Fun things that happened between 12/30 and 1/2 2012:
Walked around and saw zero animals.
Rode a super-ghetto bicycle to the neighboring village and back.  The front tire popped.  The seat pinched my balls in a horrible manner (humorous twist to the end of this story later).
Ate a ridiculous number of cookies.
Drank Sprite and whiskey on New Year's Eve and was in bed well before midnight.

Finally, a nice view on the 2nd.  I knew I was leaving Bardia on the afternoon of the 4th, and hired a guy to walk me through Bardia National Park in hopes of seeing a tiger.  We saw quite a few paw prints, but no tigers.  There were random towers scattered here and there throughout the park.  This was the view from one of them.

Not as large or terrifying as a saltwater crocodile from Australia, but pretty goddamn scary when you see one of these guys only after your guide points it out to you.  If I'd been alone I would have been eaten a thousand times in Nepal.

Just because I'm sure any visitors to this site haven't seen enough monkeys yet.

This was supposed to be a picture of a tiger, but instead it is a picture of a stupid bird.

This also was supposed to be a picture of a tiger, but again, it is a picuture of a stupid bird.  Or deer.  Or whatever.  It's not a tiger, so who cares.  It's a stupid spotted deer.

I spent all day on the second of January, 2012, walking through Bardia with two guides in the hopes of seeing a tiger.  Didn't happen. But I did see a caged rhino (face pictures a bit down) that resulted in this picture.  Pretty cool huh?
Remember that Arrested Development line: "Those are balls!"
You'll never know for sure, will you?

Mr. B and myself.  I'm the short, Nepali guy.

The view from the "Elephant Tower" in Bardia National Park."  My second day trying to spot a tiger.  Ugly weather, poor photographic luck.

God ... damn ... it.  This is where I saw a tiger, but it went from asleep to out-of-sight in less time than it took me to raise my camera to my eye.

Seriously, goddamn it.  How did I miss this shot?  For details on WTF happened, read one of my previous entries.  But goddamn it, this shot is symbolic of why I don't earn money as a photographer.

Kingfishers.  I'm getting tired of writing so much and it's time to go to sleep, so the rest of these photos will have horribly short captions.

Rhino.  Not in the wild.  A caged rhino that killed a dude once, so it was captured and put in "jail."  "Jail" was quoted because that was the humorous word my guide used to describe the rhino's housing situation.

I went to get lunch this one day, and ended up sitting with these old guys who didn't speak a word of English.  I let one of them use my camera and he took literally 14 back-to-back-to-back pictures of his friends by holding down the shutter button.  He's probably never seen a camera, and he's a better people-photographer than me.

I don't know what to say.  This kid is a badass.

Back at Pashupati, at dawn a few days before I finally left Nepal.

More Pashupati.

Still more Pashupati.

Still still more Pashupati.  Hope to come back here someday.

There are almost as many monkeys at Pashupatinath (Pashupati) as at Monkey Temple (Swayambhunath).  The next three photos are of a particularly hilarious mother and baby monkey at Pashupati.

Oh, monkeys.

Der.

If you've made it this far, here's me insulting you.  This is a picture of you.

Something like 100 days without shaving.  Goddamn, that's a sexy lumberjack.

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  What have you done!?!?!?!?!

I can't believe THIS is my last picture from Nepal.  Oh well.