Some pretty nifty-looking climbing to be done in Seoraksan, though Sara and I stuck to hiking between caves and syrup-on-a-stick wielding ajummas. After a few hours the rain made things a bit miserable and so it was back on the bus to Seoul. Perhaps the funniest episode occured the evening before, when a fairly sauced Korean man left us with his puppy in the pub. Soon he returned with a freshly-pulled cabbage, petting it and holding it up for others to see as if he were already over the disappearance of his pet. Obviously he had discovered a tastier substitute, one less apt to pee all over the bar anyways. Though I still havent tried boshintang so I should not compare deliciousness.