There is such a word as Imfene, which is an isiXhosa word for baboon. The baboon is a close cousin of the human being, but luckily the family tree is helluva wide.
It reminds me of a story about the beautiful concept of marriage. Two couples were chatting and one husband said, "Na I tell you Charles Darwin might have said we're related to mfenes but that's isn't the reason I wouldn't marry one. Can you imagine a reception where half the guests are baboons?"
The other husband began to say, "Remember muhn (mine) and Rosemary's wedding? Hyell I'm shore most of her suhd (side) of the fehmily are huhding (hiding) their tails away beecaws (because) the way they got pissed on the 28th of Jah-new-airy, nuuhnty-nuhnty-faw..." but husband number two couldn't finish his sentence because Rosemary gave him a flathand across the back of his head.
Anyway, Korea and its Buddhist ways are mooi. The reliable public transport continues to get the millions of people from point A to point B. I took a train on Saturday to Jangam, which is a little town a tiny bit north of Seoul, to hike up the pretty cool and bleddy cold peaks of Bulamsan and Suraksan on Saturday morning. I met up with Eric, Judy and another Korean whose name escapes me. We got up a snowy Suraksan pretty easily, but the lactic acid kicked in on the way up Bulamsan which also had snow on its forehead. No baboons were seen, though.
Myself and Eric went for a beer and chicken once we'd descended Bulamsan. Eric called it "Impeachment Chicken" because the president had just been dethroned/overthrown/"insert politically driven keyword here". Apparently this chick is helluva corrupt,so much so that she had one million and more disgruntled Koreans regularly protesting outside her doorstep. This ex-lady-in-charge should have spent some time at Nkandla University and gotten a proper education on how to get away with being a shady president. On a more pleasant note, Eric mentioned that he was pretty stoked because this was the first time he'd managed to get a group of hikers up both the peaks in a day. The Impeachment Chicken and beer couldn't have tasted any better.
Enough about politics. It makes anyone's head sore. Saturday night was pretty cool. I went on a pub crawl and met Chris, a Korean recruiting agent for Japanese teachers, who prefers breakdancing over hip hop dancing because 'breakdancers are more popular'. One other stand-out character was Kurt the Ukrainian who 'wouldn't mind if Russia ended up ruling the world'. Well.
I spent most of Sunday working through a headache. The Braai Republic Lamb Pie and Chips helped, the tequila shots from the night before didn't.
It reminds me of a story about the beautiful concept of marriage. Two couples were chatting and one husband said, "Na I tell you Charles Darwin might have said we're related to mfenes but that's isn't the reason I wouldn't marry one. Can you imagine a reception where half the guests are baboons?"
The other husband began to say, "Remember muhn (mine) and Rosemary's wedding? Hyell I'm shore most of her suhd (side) of the fehmily are huhding (hiding) their tails away beecaws (because) the way they got pissed on the 28th of Jah-new-airy, nuuhnty-nuhnty-faw..." but husband number two couldn't finish his sentence because Rosemary gave him a flathand across the back of his head.
Anyway, Korea and its Buddhist ways are mooi. The reliable public transport continues to get the millions of people from point A to point B. I took a train on Saturday to Jangam, which is a little town a tiny bit north of Seoul, to hike up the pretty cool and bleddy cold peaks of Bulamsan and Suraksan on Saturday morning. I met up with Eric, Judy and another Korean whose name escapes me. We got up a snowy Suraksan pretty easily, but the lactic acid kicked in on the way up Bulamsan which also had snow on its forehead. No baboons were seen, though.
Myself and Eric went for a beer and chicken once we'd descended Bulamsan. Eric called it "Impeachment Chicken" because the president had just been dethroned/overthrown/"insert politically driven keyword here". Apparently this chick is helluva corrupt,so much so that she had one million and more disgruntled Koreans regularly protesting outside her doorstep. This ex-lady-in-charge should have spent some time at Nkandla University and gotten a proper education on how to get away with being a shady president. On a more pleasant note, Eric mentioned that he was pretty stoked because this was the first time he'd managed to get a group of hikers up both the peaks in a day. The Impeachment Chicken and beer couldn't have tasted any better.
Enough about politics. It makes anyone's head sore. Saturday night was pretty cool. I went on a pub crawl and met Chris, a Korean recruiting agent for Japanese teachers, who prefers breakdancing over hip hop dancing because 'breakdancers are more popular'. One other stand-out character was Kurt the Ukrainian who 'wouldn't mind if Russia ended up ruling the world'. Well.
I spent most of Sunday working through a headache. The Braai Republic Lamb Pie and Chips helped, the tequila shots from the night before didn't.
This was pretty mooi
This was also a mooi thing
On the way up Suraksan
Korea's best form of security - 'Sinjoon, put a log up on the door and no-one will be able to get in'
These buggers having a spot of lunch
General surrounds of Suraksan
Suraksan Peak
A cool rock formation
The general surrounds from on top of Bulamsan (Suraksan in the background)
Penis Rock (I'm not dicking around here, that's its real name)
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