Just sit right back and you’ll smash my tail, as I tell of a Christmas trip. That started from this freezing place aboard a heated bus. My mate is a clever vixen and I am rather silly. Two others joined us that day for a six day tour, a six day tour. The weather started getting warm, our travel was done. If not for the space in our bags, we would have sweated. We would have sweated. The adventure on the ground of this pleasant Korean isle with Direlda, his mate too, a history teacher and his wife, the video camera, the notebook and many bags here on Jeju Isle.
Now that I’ve recovered from the attack on my person by the agents of Darth Salmonella or Darth Escherichia Coli (rather, they are the two most likely suspects – it was too quick to be the work of Darth Giardia and while I may have spotted a figure with a red fedora measuring up the temples, her modus operandi is lifting famous things, so it couldn’t have been her), I have enough energy to ramble on about my adventure this winter holiday.
You should find a comfortable seat, for I shall be rambling for quite a bit. So much, in fact, that I’ve decided to take breaks in between. This is the first part, the second shall come on my Saturday, and the third on my Sunday (this will also allow me to test whether or not I can schedule my ramblings to appear at a set time in advance).
You’re comfortable? Good! Now you’ll hear a tail, errm… tale, of a fateful trip that started from a snowy airport aboard a flying ship. Actually, that’s jumping ahead of things – I think we need to go back to December 26th and go from there. For it is around then that the sleepless nights first started…