I was stopped today by a Korean fellow who wanted to know about my Yashica Mat.
He was quite polite, but he had the nastiest B.O.. If you’ve been to Korea, you’re familiar with it: The trifecta of cigarettes, soju, and kimchi stewing on a hot, late summer day. He asked to see how it worked and though my eyes were watering, I allowed him to look through the viewfinder.
In doing so, he bumped up against me, transferring his nastiness to my arm. Some minutes after he said goodbye, I picked up his nose ghost lingering. I assumed the ever present wind in Gunsan would blow it away as I biked towards home.
I assumed wrong. I may have to bathe myself in hydrogen peroxide.