As soon as I stepped foot in Tokyo in 2008, I knew I had caught the travelling bug. I decided I didn't just want to travel I wanted to experience the world! The different cultures, the people, the sites and most importantly (to me) the food!

Recently I have started to develop an interest in photography and hope to improve my skills while doing what I love most.

Welcome to my journey........

Thursday 8 March 2012

Mt. Inwangsan and siteseeing.

On Saturday, I met my friend Sally for lunch and coffee (well tea). I am offically addicted to chai tea. My friend Julia got me addicted to it at this one cafe, so I took Sally there ^^. It isn't a chain which is nice :).

In the afternoon I had the horrible job of defrosting my freezer. I have been putting it off since a moved here ........ a year ago. Yeah, I will do stuff. It just takes me time *cough cough*. But this weekend I had finally emptied my freezer so I couldn't put it off anymore *blah*. So yeah my Saturday afternoon isn't that exciting to read about to be honest but it was busy *cries*.

So on to Mt. Inwangsan. I went there on Sunday with my friend Paul. It was a shame as the weather had been nice on Thursday- Saturday but on Sunday it started raining and going cold (we had 3 days of cold but it's back to warm now! yay! Spring!!!).



It's not big at all. We did it in just over an hour inc eating lunch. I warn you go to the toliets at the subway not during the hike. OMG!! I hate public toliets normally but these ones were the worse I have seen in Korea. In the ladies there was three toliets and one of them I refused to enter for reasons I will not disgust you with. The second locked and the third had a guy in it I swear. I waited for 20minutes and whoever was in there wasn't leaving and I swear that was male coughing!!!!!!!! Gave up at the end! I haven't seen toliets that bad since I used public ones in China or the ones at car boot sales in England!

I will change the subject ;).. So to get to the entrance you need to go to Dongnimmun station exit 2 and take your first left down a side street. Keep walking..... and keep walking past the new apartments......keep going up hill (there are signs) and you are there. I swear getting there counts as the hike, but they built apartments at the base. The entrance should look like this:




You can go in any direction when you get to this point, as they all lead to the same place. We went up the white stairs to our left going through some houses. You will reach a bronze bell half way up the stairs and a temple. The temple looked closed when we went and not very templey (if that's even a word haha).



You carry on going upwards for about a minute and you will see Guksadang, a shamanist shrine. There was nothing going on the day I went, but I heard sometimes there are rituals happening outside this shrine.






I will warn you! There are birds everywhere!!! Hundreds of birds who all seem to have made this mountain their home.
 You then turn left at the split path. You should see a giant rock on top of a hill. This  is Seonbawi rock. Pregnant women pray here as the rock is said to have the power to give sons to pregnant women



There was a couple praying here when we went. We took the door to the right as advised on the tourist website and that led up to the top. Seriously we didn't even break a sweat. Going around the rock was scary as it is smooth and there is a steep drop. I wouldn't go on really windy or rainy days ><.

Lunch was a proper Korean hiking lunch. Kimbap! There were people having picnics everywhere even though it was cold.

Since it only took an hour we decided on having a wander to an area Paul had heard about -Pimatgol. It turned out Pimatgol was no more. It is just some pillars either side of a new modern alley with a signing this is where is used to be..... Don't try and find it! It's not worth it!!

We went to Gwanghwamun to gt the subway and for the first time I went to the actual square. So, of course I did the tourist thing and had photos taken and went to the museum haha!






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