POOP! (For all the Kimchi out there, this one is for you.)
I went out for 11 miles of back roads and mud trails Sunday afternoon and added 3 more pubs to the crawl (3 short of 300 now). I’ll be moving away from East Anglia soon and it started to hit me along the way. It also brought up memories of past homes and the runs there as well.
The bunkers you see everywhere in southeast England are fairly reminiscent of the occasional, abandoned Titan missile silo you find in the desert southwest. Certainly, that heat is a thing of the past though, but the poop up there at the start reminds me of those other far west hashers in Colorado.
The trails, all damp and unkempt and everywhere you look are almost Dutch in their ubiquity. If there were only cheap and frequent public transport at the ends of the trails (and a coffeeshop or two) this would be hard to tell apart from Holland (except the Dutch have a better command of the English language).
And, what trot down memory lane would be complete without some trailer trash. Only, here the trailer trash live in house boats (not the nice, stylish ones to the left but the actual floating trailers on the right). This is why I don’t get homesick…there are reminders of the past everywhere.
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POOP! (For all the Kimchi out there, this one is for you.)
I went out for 11 miles of back roads and mud trails Sunday afternoon and added 3 more pubs to the crawl (3 short of 300 now). I’ll be moving away from East Anglia soon and it started to hit me along the way. It also brought up memories of past homes and the runs there as well.
The trails, all damp and unkempt and everywhere you look are almost Dutch in their ubiquity. If there were only cheap and frequent public transport at the ends of the trails (and a coffeeshop or two) this would be hard to tell apart from Holland (except the Dutch have a better command of the English language).
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