On the 28th we had a “uni” walk through the hills. Given our extremely strong sense of team bonding, it ended up being me and the HR director. Oh, and his 15 year old son who bounded up the steep inclines with the grace of a deer and, in doing so, gave me some insight into the joy HYS must feel when he shoots one of the cervidian motherfuckers right through the heart…

Ahem… That was off track..

Anyway, it was stark, grey-skies and sepia and ochre coloured earth and plants. About halfway up the hill we came across a trio of.. well, shrines, maybe? Koreans have a lot of the animist/shamanist in them. Even the “catholics” believe things about nature that the Pope would consider wrong. Man’s dominion and all that shite. But we came across three shrines that were focused on a small spring which flowed from the side of the hill. There were several plastic dippers and, by the side, thawing blocks of half-spherical ice which had been popped out of the dippers. Each of the shrines was stacked rock (as the HR dude noted, one shrine had used the finest polyvinyl foam to hold the rocks together) with a box on top. Each box contained candles that had been recently lit.

We stopped, drank our bottled water in relative silence, and then continued up the hill, not quite sure what we had just visited.

Later, we had So-Galbi and Maekchu.

Another freezing day in Paradise.