Sorry for the recent lack of posts. I've been in GwangJu (smaller city in the south) for the weekend and haven't had too much time to update.
Yesterday I got my butt kicked by a mountain, my Uncle and my asthma. I've learned that here in Korea people like to climb mountains (not rock-climb, mountain-climb.. subtle difference). Anyways, this is a particularly popular hobby among adults and old folks. Yesterday my Uncle proposed that he and I go climb a mountain behind their apartment. He said it pretty nonchalantly so I figured what the heck, I'm pretty sure I can keep up with this 50 year old.
What I didn't realize is how serious Koreans are about mountain climbing. We got the hats on, the towel, the climbing sticks, the boots... everything. We began climbing, and didn't stop until about an hour later when we were at the top. I was tired and exhausted, but at the top was the most amazing view of the city. Certainly well worth it.
During the climb (as I was frantically chasing my Uncle up the hill), I had a lot of time to think: and I realized that climbing a mountain is a lot like life...
Insights are often more meaningful when uncovered by oneself; think about it.
Insights are often more meaningful when uncovered by oneself; think about it.
1 comment:
"What I didn't realize is how serious Koreans are about mountain climbing"
that phrase is so touchy!! hahaha
i am glad to hear that you had fun with your uncle...
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