Dear Sal,
Crawling out of bed on a Sunday morning is never fun. But with only two days off a week it leaves very little opportunity to get out of Daegu and see more off the country I now call home. After a much needed cup of coffee, some breakfast and a couple of pain killers I was ready for the day ahead. I met friends at Sagin station, and after short subway ride we arrived at the bus stop that would take us to our final destination. Biseulan Forest, which has been transformed over the last few weeks in to a frozen wonderland.
The forest is famous for it's beautiful natural scenery and is a popular destination all year round. Located at the base of the Biseulsan Mountain, the forest lays in a valley that is littered with rock formations, stunning cliff walls and a number of small streams and waterfalls. But in winter the place is a different world, a man made fortress of solitude, with ice caves and ice towers. There was something called an ice garden, which just turned out to be a very small ice rink, where parents dragged their children around on tiny sleds that could barely carry them. There was even a hill of ice to come sledding down, but for children only. I was very disappointed.
After hours of traveling on the subway, the bus and by foot, as well as struggling to keep my balance as I walked on the icy ground, I was famished. As we approached the end of our ice expedition, we saw the welcome sight of food vendors, and I knew just what I wanted, a corn dog. Prior to coming to Korea I had never tried one of these things before, they are one of the many american influences that you will find everywhere here. They are not that great, or particularly healthy, but sometimes you just get a craving for that thing you know you don't need. I eagerly made my way to purchase one.
One thing I do not like about living in Korea is some peoples inability to line up properly. In fact not just Korea, people all over the world who lack basic manners. As I stood with my friend, trying to figure out which corn dog I wanted, a large number of people pushed their way in front of me. Barking their orders at the poor women standing behind the counter, who looked like she was ready to give up on life. When I finally did get to order I was told to join the back of the line, the line I had been in front of for the last five minutes. Of course the language barrier made it hard to argue my cause, so I gave up. Frustrated, I went in search of another vendor. There wasn't any. I went back with my tail between my legs to order my food. This was still a far more complex ordeal then was necessary and was the only damper on an otherwise lovely day.
Love, hugs and I just want a bloody corn dog!
Samuel James.
This looks EPIC!
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