I am in Korea again. I go to mountains and cafés with S. There are so many things to see.
3 installations guarded by a man in a uniform:
An orange traffic cone on top of a turquoise one.
A pile of stones with an accentuated top.
Neatly piled stones covered in a green net.
It's everywhere, probably it's an official symbol of something. A yellow smilie with a little hat. I can read what's under because I took some classes in the Korean alphabet on the Internet. Chong ro. No idea what it means though.
Dalahästar! Vilket sammanträffande mamma!
Ok so this is clearly a challenge for anybody who walks into this very fancy chop stick gallery.
Camouflage. Inside there is a little hut for military guys to spy on people who might sneak up to the president's house which is on the neighbor hill, or spy on the North Korean spies. But why did they paint the trees like that?
We didn't bother to go to the top like one should when being almost there. We took a pause instead.
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Recreation. They all dressed in special walking clothes and wore hats, walking sticks and brought pick nick.
I wonder what the deers are saying .
My favourite corner of the house. The christmas tree in front of a portrait of an ancient looking man. He's probably Jesus, but S asks me "how can I know?". Of course it is Jesus. Who else would it be? Maybe just any man. But why did they buy a portrait of a random man? They didn't, they got it from somebody as a gift.












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