I have a talent for suffering. Who is this lonesome fool trudging up the road in this miserable weather, away from the highway, deeper into the quiet woods…
One great thing about walking everywhere in a new town is how fast you get to know its layout. As the 737 left the Gimhae tarmac, I watched the landscape already imprinted on my memory unfold in glorious 3-D from my window seat.
Happy Seollal — Korean Lunar New Year — readers! Not only is this the Year of the Dragon, which happens to be my Chinese sign, but this post is also, by some sweet cosmic synchronicity, my 100th on TGTW. My first post was published on January 29 last year. I’m proud to have kept this leaky little rowboat afloat so long in these turbulent times (the turbulence seems to follow me around) and hope you’ve been enjoying the journey.
When I sent my friend Frank a batch of pictures from the collection you’ll find in this post, he responded, “You’re not doing a very good job of selling the place to me.”
Maybe having all these splendid little mountains so close had made me complacent — or maybe the previous day’s adventure had worn me out. Anyway, I got an even later start last Sunday, and it was 9:00 before I sauntered out the front door, spun around, aimed my big western nose at one particularly fine-looking peak and thought “That one.”
So, where was I? Oh yeah, I left the big gold Buddha to his eternal contemplations, and climbed the steep hillside path behind his shoulder, up through the forest towards the summit I later learned is called Yongji-bong, a subsidiary peak (I now know) of the ridge complex known as Bulmo-San (Buddha-Mother Mountain).
Mrs Kim, our deputy principal, had told me the weekend was looking very good, weather-wise, but it wasn’t till I left my room, quite late at 8:00 on Saturday, that I discovered just how good it was going to be.
Hey folks, I was going to do a post about the sensational weekend of improvised hiking I just had, but another huge lunch today seemed to go down badly — I knew I shouldn’t have kept grabbing more spiced cucumber — and I’ve been nauseous all evening.
It was a splendid winter’s morning today…
When I was trying to talk my Newfie friend Shawn P. Kelly into joining me for a tour of duty in Korea, I made the mistake of mentioning the mandatory medical on arrival, including drug and HIV tests and other goodies.
Greetings from Paris, readers! The Paris of Gyeongsangnamdo, that is. That’s in Korea, for that 100% of you who’ve never heard of it. The real Paris is way out of my league! Yes, I now call South Gyeongsangnam Province home.