I had a couple of meetings up in Seoul on Friday afternoon, so I drove in the morning and then booked a room and spent Friday night in Itaewon. Had lunch with my senior Korean labor adviser and introduced her to American-style BBQ at Linus’. She said she’ll be back. The meetings went well enough then I picked up a few things at the PX and called it a day. Here’s what happened after work.
A new edition since my last visit to Itaewon. There was no comforting her though, she just sat there in stony silence…
…but I had bigger fish to fry. Actually, I failed to get nekkid this trip, but I was on my way…
….to tackle that mountain named Nam.
Now, I didn’t realize just how flat Pyeongtaek is compared to Seoul. I was winded before I even made it to the beginning of the stairs. I seriously considered wimping out, but then I said “fuck it, go for it! What’s the worse that could happen?” Half way up it occurred to me that a heart attack was perhaps the answer to that question.
getting closer…
Looking to the south….
Looking north on the upward trek…
The city wall…
Namsan put an ass whipping on me…
But I reached the top and made the tower my bitch
Going down with the sun.
A pause at the Philippine embassy…
That was a lot of hard walking….
I rewarded myself with a nice evening at Shenanigans with the nephew. I didn’t get asked to buy a lady drink once. Go figure.
Back home in Pyeongtaek where the choices are much more limited….
But I can accept that. Peace out!