... up and up we went ...
... until ....
...
... and then we needed a little break ...
....down, down, down we went ...
.. past the man giving saxophone lessons on the side of the road, past the badminton shack in the middle of nowhere ...
.. past the sweetly scented tree..
... past the cave so curious only Jeff Duffield had words to describe it ...
"Somewhere, nestled in the mountains of Geumnyeonsan Mountain, is the abode of the Korean Rambo. Life there is full of hardships: hunting the land for game, fishing the streams for substanance, and seeking peace of mind in a land where peace is a rare comodity. However, with great luck and persistance, the occasional group of wayfarers may wander upon his lair. Those rare few are blessed with a glimpse of life on the outskirts and the hardships entailed in the life of the life of the Korean Rambo. With all lessons learned, his blood will surely not be the first." - Jeff Duffield
... past the women with their offerings ...
until finally we arrived in ...
.... um?
.... somewhere out in Yeonsan Dong, where a very nice old man walked us to the subway, and where our group was whittled down to the kids who wanted to watch Alice and her friends, and those that didn't.
Ps. I learned a very important lesson about camera lenses on Sunday ... but that lesson wasn't properly processed until Monday when I looked at my photos. Sorry about that small blurry spot that keeps popping up in the photos. Special apologies to Busan - you really did look quite beautiful from up there, but that damn spot did you wrong. Don't worry, she's clean now.
1 comment:
The photo of you hulahooping in your sweet denim mini is why you will always be my hero.
The photo of the branches and the electrical tower is how you always take my breath away. Seriously, I would love a print of that.
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