I went to the Taebaek Snow Festival this past weekend. It sucked. The crowds were infuriating and the sculpted ice art looked like shit because the crowds are allowed to climb all over it for pictures. There was a coal mine, which interested me mostly because it was indoors. Turns out it was just a bunch of rocks. The history of rocks. Wow. Another lady on the trip and I went sledding. But sledding in Korea is like the in Finding Nemo. Where I come from, the ambulance makes at least 2 or 3 trips to the sledding hill every weekend. Because that's what sledding should be- dangerous.
Then we hiked the mountain. I went on this trip because I've been hiking in the mountains in the states and generally enjoy it. But this was a real bitch. I was miserable. About halfway up, the inner monologue started mocking me in a whiny, high-pitched voice: "So you wanted to go hiking. So you thought it would be fun. What now, you dumb bitch? How do you like the windchill below 0 F, huh? Betcha wish your toes would hurry up and go numb and get frostbite just so you can't feel the pain anymore, huh?" ... and so on with more negativity than I ever thought I had in me.
I've heard the hiking in Korea is great, but I'm not gonna find out. Fuck a bunch of that noise.
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