It's almost 7:30 p.m. and I'm sitting in the darkened room under a faux-fleece blanket with a hot cup of rooibois tea.
I'm feeling refreshed after a vigorous hike in the cold air and a nice wash. The daytime temperature was just over freezing, yet we encountered icy patches and leftover snow in the highest levels causing us to walk very carefully in a few patches.
We traversed four peaks covering two mountains. We started in a "downtown" area near the old harbour in Jungang-dong, and wound up in East Busan's "cold well" (Naengjeong) area. It was steep going at first, as usual, but with enough viewing areas and rest places to make it comfortable and turn the three-hour course into nearly four hours. Of course, many participants could not resist taking turns with the giant hoola-hoops at the first outdoor gym. I sucked at it as usual, Also, we had the opportunity to stop at a drinking tent and taste some homemade rice wine.
It was a big contingent of the Busan Daytrippers, nearly 20 people at least 30 years younger than me. Good thing Charles was there for he is my age-peer. He took this photo at the 408 meter marker. This is Charles. He's a veteran serious hiker, a leader and a good friend to foreign hikers. He's off to hike the imposing Jirisan tomorrow, a mere seven-hour day hike.
The plan was to finish up at an all-you-eat meat buffet, but many of us were not into that kind of meal and went different ways. I didn't feel like cooking when I got home, but I couldn't get a companion to join me over dinner near my place, so I ended up grabbing a ghastly chicken burger and fries combo meal with cola, no less, at the spur of the moment and eating it solo.