Bonzo The Weiguk

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Post Anniversary Celebration

Here we are travelling around Goje as per our anniversary celebrations. 2 people, a dog and a magna. It was grouse! Booky loved the ferry. Actually he didn't love the ferry so much as the massive amount of wind rushing up his arse when he stood in a particular direction. He loved that. We are thinking of re-naming him "Tunnel".
People look at us wierd when we travel by motorcycle with a dog. They remark that "how strange" or "the dog cannot be enjoying that" or "that's cruel". If they own (or have ever owned) a dog, there is a fairly good likelyhood that they are the same Koreans who keep their small dogs locked in an apartment all day, or their big dogs on a 2 foot leash tied to the kennel. They are probably not the owners of dogs who have taken to sleeping on the "Booky Sack". There is not a snowflakes chance in hell that either Parky or I are ever leaving the house with the bag, without the dog. He's had 4 days in the bag now, he's made the connection, he seems to have made his own decision.

Booky and Parky at the start of the trip.


Parky and Booky during the trip.

Parky and Booky after the trip.

The town we want to buy land in.

A series of pictures that I probably find much funnier than you. But if I didn't find blogging funny, I wouldn't do it.



Wednesday, April 18, 2007

April Ride and Anniversary

I'm too lazy to write at the moment. Will write soon. In the meantime here are some photies. Check out the two new links on the right.

Parky and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary yesterday. It feels nice. Nobody ever said it wouldn't happen, at least not within earshot. Gets me to thinking, every birthday everyone says you don't look a day older than you did 5 or 10 years back. But we do. And we feel older too. Every anniversary I feel (not younger) but rejuvenated. Why do you suppose the passing of a year with one title makes us feel like crap, but given another title it makes us feel grouse? I have my own ideas on the matter, what are yours ...