This is the view from my hostel... The New Day Hostel, right across the street from the Subway station, and on the fifth floor of a building 5-minutes walk from the beach. Not only a great location, but also the most amazing hostel I have ever stayed in. Wow.
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| Beomeosa Temple |
Graceful lines.
Intricate paintings.
Beautiful surroundings.
Frightening legends.
Koreans and foreigners.
Mystical symbolism.
Living history.
Sacred rituals.
Continuing on up the mountain...
Rock stairs.
Catching up for 3 years of lost time.
Inside jokes.
More rock stairs.
Breathtaking, rugged beauty.
Photo op!
More rock stairs.
Trickling water - underneath the rocks.
Red, yellow, orange, and purple leaves floating in the air around me.
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| More rock stairs. |
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| Geumgangam |
Quiet.
Ethereal.
Colorful.
Clean.
Buddhist.
Well-kept.
Intriguing.
Peaceful.
Hidden.
Open.
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| After all that climbing, we were hungry... |
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| Eel. (A lack of) Soju. Jalapeños. Garlic. Lettuce. Pickles. Chop sticks. Other stuff. |
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| Gwangwan Bridge during the day... |
And...at night!
I don't think you can tell, but it was around 2000 and pouring rain.
Sunday consisted of, among other things...
Visiting Haeundae Beach.
Drinking fresh-squeezed lemonade.
Wandering around the BIFF (Busan International Film Festival) grounds.
Watching four Koreans play beach soccer.
Finding a slide.
Filling in lottery tickets.
Listening to sea gulls fly over me.
Finding a stand that sold all kinds of fish cakes. ALL kinds...
...and Hodok. With nuts.
Walking past tables and tables full of people eating fresh-cooked food.
Trying pig intestines stuffed with noodles. Along with pig intestines and lungs. It was...interesting.
And finally...waiting for my train. In a coffee shop. With a mini train in it.
Overall, I'd say the trip was a success. And amazing. And beautiful. And busy. And tiring. And too short.
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