It’s seven o’clock in the morning, and I’m about to do something I promised myself I would not do this year. But resistance is futile; the time and place is not right. I have no choice. I’m putting on a hat and winter coat. I’m in Seoul, Korea, and it’s the end of March. After four months of tropical heat and humidity, we’re back in a cold climate. I had promised myself at the start of the trip that, for once in my life, I would have no winter.
|All’s quiet in Hong-dae in the morning.
|No financial crisis at this institution.
John Boivin is new to the blogosphere but not to writing. He worked as a print, radio and web journalist for more than 25 years until his retirement in 2010. He is now indulging in an old passion, landscape painting, as well as a new one, travel. He lives in Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada with his family.