is the weekend:) My cousin kindly accompanied me to 4 o'clock bus Seoul, on the east coast, in the small city of Sokcho. After an hour the landscape of residential areas, the concrete towers by the hundreds, the scenery has changed dramatically.
Small wooded hills appeared and then were transformed into snow-covered mountains. I even saw a ski slope by the way! As we advanced the fog covered everything, and arrived at our destination, a small icy rain has come through the atmosphere of war movie. We are also a few kilometers from the DMZ, an area that separates the two Koreas. On entering the city, the sea appeared, and to my surprise we saw Sick of surfers in the gray suit ... Sokcho bordered on one side the sea, on the other side of a park that we're supposed to visit tomorrow morning. This aprem, given the weather, we took a little walk near the harbor in search of hot coffee:) 
Yesterday I did a little walk around the neighborhood Samcheong not far from the royal palace in Seoul. You can see traditional Korean houses, among the many museums (including the Art Museum of chicken), upscale restaurants, art galleries and antique shops. The road passes near the residence of the Prime Minister, highly guarded, then climbs a hill with a small park at the top, desert in the winter but still charming. Going down I found the Korean with whom I spent some days in Bombay, Hee-Jung. She took me to the main Buddhist temple in Seoul, Jogyesa. It is a large pagoda decorated with paintings depicting the life of Buddha, covered with floral motifs. Within three huge golden Buddha, and prayers by the thousands on the ceiling. We arrived during a prayer. A monk sitting before the statues recited a text (even incomprehensible to Hee-Jung) and several dozen Korean meditating on carpets. The area is full of palaces of all kinds, I will make a further round next week. 
Hee-Jung then accompanied me to a Korean restaurant where we ate a kind of pie octopus sipping rice wine sparkling, rather nice:) 
Later we went to a bar crowded with students and young workers, where Mag joined us. The restaus are smashing, the service is fast, flawless, there are even buttons at the corner of each table to call the server. Besides the cash in our restaurant, a girl offered its services harvester white hair. The neighborhood streets are lively at that hour, and it's like that every night by my two acolytes. People are much happier that day, it smells of grilled meat, lights flashing neon signs in all directions. Small stalls offering snacks, sweet and salty. On the facades of buildings, giant screens pounding their stupid commercials. On returning by subway, about midnight, I saw many Korean drunk. They do not seem to pretend when they picolent here ... It seems that if you go at night in a bar or restaurant with your boss, you are obliged to stay until it goes away and you have to drink everything you serve. What customs friendly! 
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