Day 3: Seoul Adventure

I had a very sweet, but also socially and physically exhausting day. I had planned to hike a rigorous but short trail up Namsan Mountain, spend some solitary time enjoying the views, and then go to the mineral baths, but I was intercepted by a group of about thirty men around 70 years of age who were celebrating a military reunion from 1970.

They invited me to join their hike and picnic and lunch, good naturedly teasing each other about who I liked the most. It was fun to hear them give speeches about each other, though I could not understand. They fussed over me, had me try food and drinks, literally fed me on a couple awkward occasions, sang songs, and took pictures at every overlook. I was exhausted by the end from working to understand hours of 1:1 conversations as they took turns walking with me and to convey my appreciation for their generosity.

At one point I could not eat any more but still had so much food on my plate. I thought I could more easily get out of eating if I asked to take it home, not realizing that sending a guest home with “leftovers” is considered rude of the host. Instead, they ordered me a second HUGE meal as take-out! So I am back at the hotel with good memories, a full refrigerator, and the need for some alone time. :-)

The hike was rigorous, very steep though only 1.5 miles, and it was gorgeous. Interesting trees, a stream, winding paths and bridges, and stunning views of the city.

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I also got a traditional massage in a little place I scoped out online. It was on the third floor on a crooked little street and looked a little dubious. But, I had vetted it carefully prior to coming to make sure it wasn’t involved in human trafficking (i.e., fronting for some form of prostitution). It was legit, and the very vigorous (painful in a way that feels good) massage was the equivalent of $60 for 120 minutes, which is a really good deal. The hotel spa was at U.S. prices of $150 for 120 minutes, so I was happy.

The towels were scratchy, and there were sheets hanging from the ceiling to separate “massage rooms,” but the 50-something woman who did the massage was kind in a no-nonsense way and very strong, serving me a traditional rice tea after and fussing over getting my hair straightened out. I hope to go back for more!