Category Archives: viajes
cloud dog
oncheoncheon. saturday.
under the bridge
zombies
saturday.
bibimbap, pork, beans in seomyeon.
took a train to sajik for the 8:00pm zombie run. 
lined up outside asiad, one of the 2002 fifa world cup stadiums, with a few zombies and the living. the zombie boss blew his whistle and it was 30 minutes of running around a dark soccer stadium with zombies chasing.
turns out that by eight pm zombie run session, the zombies were tired and didn’t do a lot of grabbing. there was a lot grumbling and posing.
back in seomyeon, i had my daily dose of sea creatures.
into the fix for the zombie run after party.
four am we split a quarter pounder and cheese, and watched drunk zombies stumbling and grumbling as their makeup peeled and crusted on their faces.
puentes en la niebla
Zolotoy Bridge in Vladivostok, Russia.
The port and the train tracks from Zolotoy Bridge.
Zolotoy in the mist.
Russky Bridge seen from a beach at Far Eastern Federal University on Russky Island.
zolotoy bridge | Золотой мост
russky birdge | Русский мост
shadows in sao paulo, the dakota and madness
shadows in sao paulo.
photo by rené burri. nyt article.
plane crashes
…with a happy end. the atlantic photo essay. dietmar eckell.
the dakota from central park. 1890s (wikimedia)
the dakota
site of john lennon’s death and real location of the bramford, rosemary’s apartment (rosemary’s baby. polanski. 1968). the dakota wikipedia article.
madness in the island of dr. moreau (1996)
“New Line forgot about Richard Stanley… Around a month after his disappearance, a group of extras found him living rough in the jungle: he’d fled from the airport to a fruit plantation, where he’d been subsiding on yams, cassava and coconuts, along with his substantial personal stash of marijuana. Sensing an opportunity for mischief, Stanley concocted a plan with the extras to get back on set…” telegraph article.
to see
lost soul: the doomed journey of richard stanley’s island of dr. moreau (2015)
pyongyang кафе
our awkward and dericious dinner at pyongyang cafe.
i had cognac with my food, something the late mr. kim would have approved. 
bulgogi.
mandu with a view.
the waitresses were all north koreans (allegedly). there were four of them, skinny and well-dressed, watching the fina world championships while they waited on us. the room was equipped with a norebang machine just in case the cognac got out of hand. 
Пхеньян кафе
walls of vladivostok
walls of vladivostok
rolling down the night dunes of haeundae beach
the sun also rises in haeundae beach.
doors
