Honestly, now.

This morning I woke up the fervent desire to not move from my bed.  The only delight in waking up was the fact that I woke up three hours before my alarm and (if I could ignore the headache) I could return to my blissful comatose state.

I was supposed to go hiking.

The night before, I had been out and about with Roopa (the troopa) and Gitte.  We had a pretty good time.  Roopa and I got a chance to employ our creative writing skills.  Neither one of us really felt like speaking, so we took turns working on a short story in which two characters that bore striking resemblence to Roopa and myself took turns beating up a third character that is oddly similar to our dear Australian friend.  Purely coindidence, I swear.  Turns out, if your writing anything in a bar, people take notice and think you’re trying to be “deep.”  This lead to a few interesting conversations and some free beer.

So I wake up and I’m pretty sure that I’m not going hiking.  Not only because of the fact that my body certainly doesn’t like the idea, but because I’m also managing to move at negative speed.  I tried to call and punk out, but it turns out that everyone else was having the same locomotive problem so my excuse went out the door and so did I.  An hour into transit and an hour spent haraguing myself for being late, I look up and notice that a bunch of my friends are getting on the same car.  Turns out, my timing was dead on.

(Click on the photos for a link to the rest of the pictures I took that day.)

So up the mountain we went.  I’d say who “we” were, but I didn’t know everyone there and I’m pretty sure that I can’t remember everyone’s names, but we were still a happy group.  The weather was nearly perfect and the leaves were just starting to change.  It was a little challenging at times.  Most “climbs” in Korea just mean that you’re walking up an endless staircase.  This one was complete with ropes over boulders, so I have some lovely rope burn on my hands.  I’m hoping it’ll callous and I’ll be ready for kayaking (because that’s on my list of fun things to do in Thailand).

Everyone brought food and shared for what ended up being the best meal on top of a mountain that I’ve had in a good long while.  Kia outdid herself (she brough apple cake) and there was even a guy selling ice cream at the top.

Anyways, good times, good friends.  I’m glad I got out of bed this morning.