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Dadaepo Beach

Took the 1001 bus to Dadaepo beach. Read Death of a Salesman on my way there. At a little boat shack by the sea I rented a yellow kayak. I had wanted a sailboat but dinghy rentals were done for the season. I left the dock and paddled out to an area that was full of jumping fish. They were blue with white bellies and they shot out of the water haphazardly. They looked like little blue rockets, and they rose from the sea, imperfectly launched, slanting to one side, with their flight path quickly capping out. Their bodies static and their tails fanning air, descending and disappearing back in the water.

Above me low flying aircraft kept rumbling by as they approached Gimhae airport. From the mouth of the Nakdong a fleet of middleaged jetskiers came roaring my way. They closed in on me, jumping, breaking waves, playing out cowboy fantasies, chasing ghosts and imoogies east. Perhaps reenacting ancient sea battles. They passed me, looked at me, they likely craved encouragement– a thumbsup, a gogetthem. Then they disappeared behind the southernmost tip of Busan. Their wake rocked the yellow kayak and disturbed the sea around me. Once the water settled, the jumping fish resumed their exercises.

beyond the oncheoncheon | june 16

school cancelled for 3 days because of mers.
at 3 i start a long bike ride around busan.

west to oncheoncheon.

Polaroid CUBE

Polaroid CUBE

up the creek i find men net casting on a pool of water.

i stop in pnu for lunch.  i turn around and bike south to seomyeon. i cross to west busan, the industrial heart of the city.

i arrive at the banks of the nakdong around 7.

DSC_5744i travel south to dadaepo beach following the river.

DSC_5762night falls

DSC_5763men building fires in the dark. praying or passing time where the nakdong empties into the pacific.

DSC_5769in dadae, makeoli for the protectors.

a little after 10 i pass a shop that makes plastic lucky pigs and other creatures in busanjin. they’re working late, perhaps trying to meet a deadline. i hear a machine somewhere in the shop. the machine makes rhythmic sounds as if breathing.  with every exhalation out comes a new plastic toy. inside the shop i see a woman sitting on the floor surrounded by a thousand yellow plastic hearts. she is fixing heart-shape stickers on each plastic heart. handmade i suppose.



DSC_5772i stop in seomyeon for a burrito. by 11:30 im home.