Jeonju & Busan

28.11.

In the humble abode of Almaty airport, a minuscule gateway to vast realms, we sought the key to traverse distant skies. Confronted by a figure wielding meter-long metal rods, we entered the sacred chambers of security, where our electronic companions were compelled to reveal their essence. Time passed within the miniature waiting hall, a realm untouched by the mystic powers of functional Wi-Fi. A dance of the feet ensued, a ritual to ward off weariness, before venturing into the realm of dreams within the flying chariot.

29.11.

A banquet of celestial offerings graced our journey, as the omelette breakfast unfolded in the airborne vessel. Seoul welcomed us with temporal precision, and the Incheon airport unveiled its marvels of modernity. A chariot of comfort carried us to Jeonju, where rest awaited in a grander chamber than anticipated. The city revealed its beauty under the night’s veil, with attempts to procure mystical currency thwarted by the silent guardians of ATMs. Exhaustion claimed us, leading to an early retreat beneath the stars.

30.11.

Breakfast within the guesthouse heralded the day’s exploration of a city, still and beautiful in its emptiness. A journey through Hanok village, where traditional abodes stood adorned with crimson foliage, led to a hill crowned by a pavilion commemorating ancient triumphs. In the realm of Confucian teachings, a feast of noodle soup awaited, challenging our grasp of metal chopsticks. Benevolence shone upon us as an elderly soul bestowed kindness in the form of a paid lunch. Quests for sustenance and bus tickets unfolded, securing both provisions and passage in the tapestry of Korea’s journey.

1.12.

A morning repast prepared the way for a pilgrimage to the bus station, heralding the journey to Busan. Under the morning sun’s tender embrace, we partook in the ritual of breakfast before embarking on the mystical journey to the bus station. A celestial chariot, adorned with symbols of travel, bore us to the enchanting realm of Busan. Wandering through the heart of the city, we found solace in noodles, discovering a culinary tapestry where Kimchi danced with every meal. The citizens’ park unfolded, a sanctuary of myriad trees where melodies of nature intertwined with mystical tunes. In the eve’s glow, we commenced the sacred ritual of watching Weihnachtsmann und Co KG, an advent calendar unfolding its tales like ancient scrolls.

2.12.

Awaiting the completion of a laundry quest, time flowed gently as we traversed the city’s beating heart. The towering Busan Tower stood as a sentinel, overlooking a park that whispered secrets to the wind. A pilgrimage to the fish market revealed a world where piscine creatures in myriad states beckoned. Ascending to Gimchan culture village, adorned with vibrant houses, we encountered the ubiquitous Little Prince, a guardian of dreams. The night market unfolded its bounty of streetfood, yet the revelation of the delayed Christmas tree festival left our hearts in lament.

3.12.

Journeying to the sacred Haedong yonggungsa temple, perched upon a cliff by the sea, we entered a realm of vibrant hues and statues overlooking the vast expanse. Tasting the delightful Tteokbokki, we strolled along the ocean’s edge, where forest paths led to a celestial viewpoint with a glass floor, necessitating peculiar shoe covers. Beneath the gaze of the moon, dinner on the first beach, accompanied by a Christmas tree, featured tofu stew and soybean paste stew, their flavors a symphony of delight. The next beach, adorned with myriad lights, offered a view over the diamond bridge, a spectacle that, to our humble opinion, surpassed the bounds of luminosity.

4.12.

Setting forth on the morrow, our quest guided us to the ancient land of Gyeongju, where tales of bygone eras awaited discovery.