It’s easy.
Simply climb that hill on the right.
All photos M. Sowden, June 2007.
The final photo (Flickr page here) is currently being used by Lonely Planet.
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It’s easy.
Simply climb that hill on the right.
I am so climbing that hill.
I can recommend it.
But make sure you pick sunrise or sunset, else you’ll miss the lightshow (and if you pick the middle of a summer’s day, you’ll roast).
That really is something else…
Makes the mind flop around.
Great photos Mike, I bet you could jog up that hill without even loosing your breath! Congrats on the pics being used by Lonely Planet!
Ta, sir.
But no, I was exhausted when I reached the top. Although that was partly heat exhaustion and partly the effects of the moussaka I had for lunch down in the city.
But there is a nice steady well-mad path.
A path I didn’t take. (D’oh).
Why not come and climb THIS hill….
http://kr.img.blog.yahoo.com/ybi/1/a7/9c/sndgreat/folder/2090933/img_2090933_1110_0?1176778718.jpg...
on the left?
I’m not leaving Korea until I get to show you around it Sowden!
Now *that* would be a view.
You’ve convinced me. And yes, I do need to visit, for many reasons including (a) to say howdy, it’s been years and (b) to tackle my fear of flying head-on. And also (c) – you’re in a stunning and wonderfully mad part of the world which I’d be a fool not to visit.
Leaving Korea? You’re planning to?
In no way am I planning to leave in the forseable future. In fact I may do a Masters in East Asian Archaeology here… (more news soon).
Actually… tomorrow I am going to a lecture given by none other than Mike Parker-Pearson!
Anyways… I agree… that 11 hour flight will definately cure your fear of flying! And you will have an amazing time here, especially with some local guides!
Mr PP has made his way to the other hemisphere, has he? Small world indeed.
If his lecture doesn’t feature at least one photo of a winsome young lady reclining languidly in the foreground of some archaeological feature, I’m a dutchman. (He’s famous for it).
11 hours is manageable, I reckon. By that I mean “I’ll probably be a nervous wreck” but it’s less than half a day in the air.
So. When (when) I come to see you, I’m staying there for *at least* a month. Flying all the way out there and not exploring properly is unacceptable. Also, if I’m a nervous wreck, that’s at least a month to recover.
‘Kay?
What would be fun would be to include some kind of intrepid adventure in the middle of all of that – somewhere you’ve never been, backpacks and walking boots, that sort of thing. Up for that?
As for when – it won’t be within the next 6 months because I’m only taking small trips away while I’m clearing the last of my debts and shifting to full-time writing – but if you’re there permanently, there’s no rush.
Sounds grand.
We need to chat about this on Skype sometime!
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