We found ourselves in a cable car, rising slowly and stately, above the city to the forested mountain above Busan.
Once there, we explored the maze of forest trails. For the first time, my hard-won hangul came in handy. Only a few signposts were translated.
I wanted to visit the Buddhist hermitage of Seokbul-sa
If only I’d known how hard it would be, scrambling down stony forest hillside, then up again. Then down again. Then an endless hairpin-bended track.
It was worth it. Commanding views of the distant mountains; intimate, beautifully painted prayer rooms, and best of all, figures from Buddhist legend carved directly into the rock looming above the hermitage.
I was glad to have made the effort. But it was a very tough walk indeed.