This is Sokcho. Down this street by the water, seafood restaurants line the street. I got dragged into one of these restaurants. Quite literally. I took a second too long to decide, the next thing you know my shoes are off and I’m sitting cross legged next to a low table and they’re putting fish on the grill.
So I didn’t know much about Korea before I got there. I had little presumptions, no expectationss. I left Korea thinking, “What an easy country to travel!”
Seoul surprised me. It’s clean, modern, and easy to travel around. It’s anything but seoul-less (sorry, not sorry).
I went to a Korean spa (jjimjilbang) despite my fear of being naked in public. It sounded like a unique enough experience that I should try at least once. I figured, hey, I’ve had a burly Moroccan women mandhandle me when I was at my most vulnerable – I can handle this.
When K, my Couchsurfing host, invited me to go hiking Mt. Bukhansan, I agreed to tag along. “It’s just a small day hike,’ – she said. Climbing Seoul’s highest peak – “How hard can it be?”
There are 3 things I miss when I’m traveling by myself. 2 out of those 3 are cats. Thus it was no surprise that one cloudy Seoul afternoon, I found myself in front of one Seoul’s many cat cafes, waiting for the place to open.