A photojournal for living, laughing and loving. A river runs through it and then on towards Pakistan. We had a very simple breakfast of toast, butter and jam and very sweet milky tea. Much like the daily dal and rice combo, this too was to become. Breakfast item for the rest of our stay.

I wish that you could wake up to village mornings and mindlessly repeat outfits without any apprehension at all. I wish you could sow the seeds, watch them grow into towering corn stalks and eventually, when the leaves have started to yellow, I wish you could collect the corn cobs, locate the camouflaged beans that creep up the stalks and then head out with your sickle and chop down the stalks for animal feed. I wish you could get fresh milk twice daily, from a cow whose name you knew.

The Way of Tea knows no Doors. Waking up too early for a Sunday I cursed myself for accepting an invitation to attend a green tea Ceremony in Insadong. It had been a while since I was culturally enriched and by the 5th snooze dragged my ass out of bed. Is my hair on fire? How I found enlightenment in Gyeongju. Fountain Fun at Dream Forest. Brunch at the Flying Pan in Itaewon Seoul S.