Where we were staying had a great view of the sunset. Every evening, we’d walk out of our apartment, turn down an old cobblestone path and head towards the busier street. (Which was never really that busy.) We had Korean Barbeque, Noodles, Ice Cream – whatever we fancied and on the way there, we’d always be greeted by a golden-orange light all around us.
One night we walked down to an Italian restaurant and the sky went from blue to orange to red to purple and finally, it was night. I enjoyed walking down the traditional/semi-traditional streets of Bukchon Hanok, feeling the cool air hit us as we walked around the corners of buildings.
All this golden light anyway was perfect for making use of some film.
My parents forced me to go on an hour-long walk through a massive forest, something that I was quite annoyed about. Eventually, we finished and decided to take a cab to Deokjin park for a coffee. We wandered around the park first, coming across a large Lotus pond, where the Lotuses were only just starting to bloom (because it wasn’t blooming season yet.) In the spur of the moment, we decided to rent one of those ducks/swans that you power by pedaling.
Apart from the small spider in the raft, as well as the burning in my legs, it was a fun time. I managed to take some nice pond pictures from the raft.
Instead of staying in the city areas of Seoul, we decided to stay in a traditional village, known as a Hanok. The street was beautiful, and being slightly elevated on a gentle hill meant that we had the sunset angled towards us every evening. This quaint street was an everyday walk for us, usually in the evenings where we would venture up to find somewhere nice to eat. There were also many small local businesses which we enjoyed supporting, whether it was through buying an $8 linen shirt, or a Korean Photo Magazine, or even grabbing an ice-cream after dinner.
The experience of staying in a Hanok is much more gentle, much more peaceful than the bustling city of Seoul, office workers, lawyers and students bustling about the place didn’t seem too pleasant an option. (As compared to the quiet, jovial atmosphere of Bukchon Hanok.) If only we could have extended our stay there.
We were at the last part of our DMZ tour and we were *forced* to go into an Amethyst Museum. Not the most thrilling thing to do. Instead, my dad and I decided to sneak away from the tour group to witness something much more interesting, as did a couple of young guys as well – a street protest! I was unsure as to what was being protested, I have a feeling it had to do with beef, perhaps Bulgolgi Beef. Eventually, however, we were summoned back to the tour bus as they were going to depart. I wonder if the others had fun at the Amethyst Museum, learning about the creation of the gems from millions of years of lava and rock. I hope I didn’t miss anything interesting while sneaking off to watch a protest!