I think I'll wear a mask everyday.
This weekend, I went to the Ulsan World Music Festival. I said I would. Did I detect a wave of collective displeasure from the head office for not attending the obligatory mask festival in Andong? Perhaps, but I agreed to no such overnight trip, they just signed me up, or so the cryptic phone text message said.
Still, I'm glad I went to this instead, for I met some interesting people:
Two eligible young bachelors if I ever saw any.
I also met Dan Gauthier who owns the Ulsan Sun Magazine-- a publication for foreigners in Ulsan. For some reason I don't have a picture of him. Will the frustrations never end?
Kickin' it old-school. Extremely old school.
Most of the guys in this band were really cute--you know, if you're into that. They played latin jazz, latin funk, and raggae. Who knew that Ulsan would invite some soul?
Goodnight, giant scary disembodied head!
Saturday night, I met Penny, a Senaglese -English girl from Bristol. She was teaching an African dance class On Sunday. I just watched as she tried to get Korean folks to bring the noise and the funk. In the end, Penny and her crew were the ones who supplied it. This is their organization, Tribe of Doris.
How can Monday be faced?