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    • CommentTimeFeb 22nd 2008

    Most of the time that I was in Korea, I explored the downtown-y areas of Seoul rather than the area that I was living in. I'm still not sure why. Something tells me that it was the way the city was designed. Pulled you straight away from the outskirts and pumped you through the heart. It might have also been because the closer to the outskirts of town we got, the more hostile people got. Jen would get more and more hoots from random dudes on the street*being a tall blonde woman with blue eyes in Korea is hot shit apparently* and people looked you in the eyes less and less.

    Despite this, we made a trek one afternoon to our local temple, having heard good things from a neighbor of ours. It was mindblowing just how close we were to the forest. A two minute subway ride and a five minute walk. Yet it had taken us at least eight months to get the nuts to do it. It was beautiful, and there was a very nice path wandering through the trees.


    The first thing that we noticed about the temple was the thirty foot high bhudda. Carved into the side of a single stone that the monks had split in two hundreds of years ago. Possibly more. It was breathtaking. And ok, silly. You could see the other half of the rock they had split. It looked like it had rolled down the hill a bit, only to flop to rest maybe forty feet away. Still, a good enough reason to make a temple as any. They built a temple directly above the split rock, and below the carved one. Seeing it in my mind, I imagine a split pea with a little temple inside.