I just read a post about cities in Korea having an identity problem: in that they tend to look the same. Sokcho’s main drag suffers the same problem. This street below can belong to any city in Korea. (MORE: Seoul, A Brain Dump) Wandering down the main shopping area after a particularly hard hike in …
So I didn’t know much about Korea before I got there. I had little presumptions, no expectationss. I left Korea thinking, “What an easy country to travel!”
Of all the things Seoul has to offe, the collection of love of locks at Seoul’s Namsan Tower was my favorite. I guess I’m just a sappy romantic at heart.
I went to a Korean spa (jjimjilbang) despite my fear of being naked in public. It sounded like a unique enough experience that I should try at least once. I figured, hey, I’ve had a burly Moroccan women mandhandle me when I was at my most vulnerable – I can handle this.
When K, my Couchsurfing host, invited me to go hiking Mt. Bukhansan, I agreed to tag along. “It’s just a small day hike,’ – she said. Climbing Seoul’s highest peak – “How hard can it be?”