Met up with some old Korean friends on a recent trip to Seoul, we went a mountain climbing.
I had been told that the reason Koreans climbed mountains was in part due to a belief that drinking at altitude is superior to the low altitude boozing most of us are accustomed to. I needed little excuse. Stocked up on a bottle of Soju for the peak. Beautiful day, I’d not in nature for quite some time. Pretty relaxing and slow ascent for most of the mountain until point where local we telling us not to go further. We’d were warned and advised that the last 30m assent was extremely dangerous without the proper shoe blades, but no way we were about to turn back having spent 3 hours climbing, waiting for that all important bottle of heavenly Soju, righteously earned upon our arrival at the peak. Yea it was dangerous, sheer rock covered in ice with lengths of rope and ice covered railings to pull oneself up with. Koreans seem to have an aptitude for anything, young attractive women clambering up the slope giggling and shrieking upon every near death crack on the ice or slip on the rope.
I’d bough my 4×5 Sinar along for the ride. Stupidly spent most of the film on the way up. Loading film on the peak of a mountain is not the best way to spend the time.
Was also the coldest place I’ve ever seen a cat.