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I know, “cable car” is two words. For some reason, though, every place on the internet that references this cable car/tram/ropeway refers to it as a cablecar.
Today’s photo reminds me that I have no plans this summer. For the past 10 years or so I had some adventures planned by this time of the year, usually overseas. Although South Korea isn’t my first (or second, or third…) choice of places I’d like to go to, there were some fun moments and unusual experiences a couple summers ago when I went to Korea.
Rather than merely take this cablecar up and down like most people, I went for a rather brutal hike from the top to this amazing location (Seokbulsa or 석불사) in the middle of nowhere.
This stadium hasn’t been used in a couple years (when I took today’s photos and photomerged them into this single image). I wonder what has happened to Gwangju Mudeung Baseball Stadium since the Tigers moved into Gwangju-Kia Champions Field (pictured in the distance here) in 2014. Has it been torn down? Some of my best memories from Korea happened right here.
I really miss blue skies in Asia during the summer. The humidity makes them rare. On this unusual day between storms I headed up Mt. Mudeung and enjoyed this lovely place mostly by myself.

Description of Chungjangsa Shrine in Mount Mudeung National Park
Bus 1187 has a stop at Chungjansa.
My one wish is that I’m NOT made a “Minister of War” after my death.
The Japanese invasion described at this shrine was the one led by Toyotomi Hideyoshi. His desire to concur China via Korea ultimately led to the weakening of his finances and power to the point that Tokugawa Ieyasu was able to control Japan, become shogun, and begin the 250+ year Edo Period.
I just tried to figure out the name of this place, but I couldn’t. It has been more than a year since my visit to Busan. However, this was a memorable evening in Busan.
I chose a Japanese place to eat as I hadn’t spoken (in any language) in a while and was hoping I could at least find someone to speak to in Japanese. This place worked for that. The signs were all in Japanese so I ordered in Japanese. A Korean customer heard me and came over. We spent the rest of the night conversing in Japanese. The owner/chef also spoke Japanese, having been born and raised in Kokura (near Fukuoka) before moving back to Korea decades ago. We figured out that he was born just before my dad served in the military in Kokura. Perhaps my dad saw him wandering the streets when he was a child. I told my dad this story before he died earlier this year. It’s a small world, and life is short.