Fish, like all gill bearing creatures, are inherently gross.

Greetings friends and foes,

I hope you are all safe in your castles and that the black knight is being kept at bay.

It has been a stressful week at work. Despite having pledged to give us a more reasonable work schedule our Director has reneged on his promises and has given us yet more classes. That man is slipperier than a clam sliding down a pole coated in Vaseline. Which is pretty gosh darn slippery. But I shall not dwell on my work woes and shall instead regale you with stories about my weekend.

My fellow round eyes and I journeyed to Busan for our respite. This is not our first time to frequent said city but it is of such an immense size that it will take several trips to see it. The population of Busan is in fact the same as the population of Ireland. Madness. The city is even in the process of reclaiming some land from the sea so it can build even more skyscrapers. Neptune (God of the Sea) Jones will not be best pleased when he hears of this…

On Saturday we took a gander at Busan tower and admired a panoramic view of the city from its majestic heights.

We then pottered on down to Jagalchi fish market (the world’s largest fish market no less) to admire the fine array of funky fish they had on display. They had crabs that were bigger than my face, an army of squidfords and loads of weird fleshy fish that looked like fingers with mouths… I didn’t care for them. I liked looking at all the fishys in their little dishys but I wouldn’t fancy eating them. Especially not while they’re still alive. Call me old fashioned but I believe that one’s food should not have the power of looking at you accusingly whilst you devour it.  Here are some pics of the limbless freaks for your viewing pleasure.

For our evening’s entertainment we ventured to Haeundae beach where we admired the twinkly lights of the surrounding city from its sandy shores.  Then we went for a drink at an ‘authentic’ Irish pub called ‘O’Kim’s’ by the waterfront. Check out the pub’s logo below. Sure nothing says ‘Ireland’ quite like the image of a ninja wrestling a leprechaun. Well, you know, ninjas, leprechauns, you know that whole connection there.

On Sunday we went to Geumjeong fortress in the mountains around Busan. We were conveyed to the top by cable car while the rest of the hikers used their legs like suckers. The flying car was a lot of fun though the ‘fortress’ at the top was more of a glorified stone wall to be fair. A pleasant way to spend the day all the same.

I am now back in Jinju and I am feeling rather tired so I shall cease my crazed ramblings and retire for the eve.

Fare thee well my fellow Earthicans.