Today, Sunday, finds me watching parts of a Korean Drama that I first watched a few years ago, Go Bong Shil, 고봉실 여사 구하기, watching this drama makes me realize how strong a connection I have to the culture of Korea.
One of the themes that runs through virtually every Korean drama is family and the hard work of mothers in particular.
It’s always a great reminder to keep us humble and appreciative of what we have and not cry over what we don’t have.
And then, just minutes ago, I realized that the story of this drama starts in Yeosu, a beautiful city in the middle of the south coast of South Korea and the town that Julie suggested would be a good destination for Dauntless.
I do believe in Fate; how can I not. One way or another, my Fate draws me to Korea.
This touching scene in 60 seconds says so much about life:
Listening to the pitter patter of rain against the windows brings a warm, comfortable feeling to my entire being; or perhaps it’s just the Soju I’m drinking.
Probably both. A night like this demands a few glasses of good wine or a green bottle of Chamisul, a Korean soju, the original of course, now called “classic”. Maybe old guys like me would rather be called classic than original.
Now, it’s getting dark at 4:00 p.m. Europe changed from Daylight Savings Time this past weekend. They call it Summer Time by the way.
But I like these dark, windy, rain swept days. The only thing better is snow. Why else would I have lived in Alaska for so long? It certainly wasn’t for the baked goods!
No, these cozy times call for a drink to warm your innards, sit and think. Think about where we have been and where we are going.
Once again I find myself plotting the general route for this spring and summer, but then the mouse has a mind of its own, and keeps on plotting waypoints. Before long, the summer becomes the fall and then the winter trade winds take over and swoosh the mouse goes marking a path in seconds that will take a year to do.
I tell myself it’s too much. I need to stop and smell the roses; all is well and good it is; until it strikes.
What strikes you may ask? If I get struck with a case of wanderlust that can only be cured by listening to the sea as Dauntless cuts thru the waves. The gentle hiss; the curl of the water making an endless pipeline wave, calls you to jump right in and feel what the dolphins feel.
We did 4400 nm this summer, a little more than 1000 miles per month. A hard pace. But I knew it was pushing it when I planned it and all in all, I got back to Waterford within a day of the plan I had made in April, 6 months earlier. Would I do it again? Of course I would if the same situation presented itself; A chance to explore beautiful lands off the beaten track. Meet wonderful new friends. Get even closer to old friends. One can not ask for much more than that.
So, just for “shits and grins” a favorite USAF saying, I laid out a 16 month, 14,000 mile trip. Honestly, I keep hoping the miles had somehow gotten less. Doesn’t everyone nowadays talk about how the world is shrinking? Seemingly not on Dauntless. The route stays pretty much he same every time I look at it.
I do pore over the Jimmy Cornell book, “World Cruising Routes” hoping to find the tiny wormhole that will transport us from the Canaries to Northwest Asia in a blink of an eye. At least that’s how long it took in Deep Space Nine.
But the people I’ve met along the way call to me like the Sirens of Odysseus. No wonder it took him 10 years to get home.