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Yesterday I was gazing a rather interesting-looking mountain or two while I was enjoying my balcony view:

So, I decided to find the foot and do a solo hike. Here are some photos from various points on the mountain. In the first picture you can see much of Nowon, and in the second I zoomed in to my general area and circled my house for your viewing pleasure. The wonders of digital photography and Microsoft Paint...

You will also notice a picture of my afternoon snack, a nutritious dried octopus. They cost a mere 500 won here, and are, as I said, nutritious. As for aesthetic value... let's just say they're an acquired taste.
Included also is an interesting bug I noticed, as well as a pretty blue flower:









Today I ended up sightseeing around town, including an inner-city stream and Seoul Tower. At the tower there is a tradition for young lovebirds to take two locks and lock them together on a particular chain link fence. The locks are often inscribed with sweet nothings.

Here's the view from the tower observation deck, in different directions. It was the first time I'd ever paid a full seven bucks to simply ride an elevator.





The rest of the day was spent walking about town, in part at this little river which has been rebuilt in the last decade to have some genuine aesthetic value. I also took a few other shots along the way home, and a couple more 'arty' photos from the tower. Enjoy!



This one I took completely by accident as I was about to put the camera away. What an incredible fluke that turned out to be so interesting... to my eyes anyway










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Anonymous said…
great pictures Jared. (:
feels in snipbits that we're there.
11:38 AM
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