Gyejoksan and a lack of Ajummas


Korea is a land of Ajummas. Middle-oldaged women, are often called ‘Ajummas’ – a term for an Aunty. They are an integral part of walking here; whether you are going for a stroll in your local park or climb a mountain, Ajummas with their fluorescent, clashing, headache-inducing outfits, bells, radios, hiking sticks and fondness for spitting will always be there. I have grown so used to their presence that it was a surprise to me to climb a mountain in Daejeon where there were so few (or indeed, many other people at all).

Welcome to winter climbing.

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A love letter to Sintanjin


Who / what / where┬áis Sintanjin I hear you ask? Well, Sintanjin is the area in which I spend most of my time here in Korea. Until a few years ago it was┬árecognised as a separate town to Daejeon but was incorporated to make the outline of Daejeon stretch from an almost circle to a strange letter ‘d’ shape.

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