OK, so, South Korea, what does it look like?
Take an unsharpened pencil and draw a tiny peninsula hanging from the right side of China. Divide it into two units. The north side good friend with Russia. The other, good friend with America. You add nice green mountains, not so high. You draw some oaks, cherry trees, red pines and traditional houses full of coquetry, especially on its roofs.
Very shy at first contact, Koreans are very friendly and generous after having gained the confidence. A little bit like french people actually, but without baldness and potbelly. Most of the ladies are wearing a mask on their mouth and nose, gloves and a huge cap visor (like an elizabethan dog collar, sorry) because being tanned is a very bad thing in South Korea. Very important too, to end the picture, set themselves a smartphone in front of the last part of their faces still exposed. Draw them walking in the street, especially the young people, with this didactical carrot.
Among the things we really enjoyed in South Korea, it’s the public equipments for cyclists. Bike lanes protected by solar panels, free maps and guide books, rest areas, lovely kiosks, toilets and free campsites. But we easily understood that it was so easy to camp even when there wasn’t any campground on our way. We started kindly, hidden in parks. Then, we quickly found a comfortable position. Feeling like home. We invested the gardens of museums, the lands of the universities, the public kiosks and rest areas. In a word, we’ve never been ashamed. And to take a shower, no problem, we heated water with the petrol reactor (commonly named « stove »). Once hot, we poured it in the water tank, we hang it and we got a comfortable outside shower. Such a great comfort to be able to camp anywhere with hygiene and tranquility.
Even if I felt a tiny bit shameful when the nice traditional house, at the museum came close to go up in smoke when ignited drops of petrol decided to escape from the stove. Actually, we regret a little bit to have bought this machine : expensive, heavy, doesn’t cook but burns. Not to mention how Caroline likes it. But anyway, when there is no gaz, it’s better than nothing.
So, I turn the stove on on the wooden platform. I know, that’s not very bright, but I always have a full bottle of water near by, in case of. The stove was working normally when it started leaking ignited drops running into the slots of the wood. I calmly grab my bottle of water to extinguish this emerging fire. I don’t know if you already had the brilliant idea to pour water on petrol on fire. I must tell you it’s not great. Water goes under the oil and, without extinguishing anything, just carries at a fast pace the ignited petrol until the pile of dry leaves. You see? The stove is still making its 1m high flame (I’m not exaggerating) meanwhile it’s still leaking an ignited stream of petrol that is setting a fire down the traditional wooden house.
When I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a firemen. Now, we can say this dream came true. As a rescuer of the Korean heritage, I feet that a statue of me, in a public square, would not be excessive at all.