A VERY PARTICULAR darkness envelops Guinsa at night. Arriving after sunset, one is greeted by a vast parking lot beside something smaller than a village—a splatter of homes and restaurants, maybe 30 in all, mostly closed up by 8 p.m. The temple complex itself lies one kilometer uphill, wedged within a valley surrounded by mountains on the eastern border of North Chungcheong, the landlocked province.
“Do they pray all day?” I asked, incredulous. “No, no,” the sweet-faced girl replied. “Maybe… 10 hours a day?”
My latest clip from Busan Haps, to be found in the physical thing wherever the physical thing is held. Photo taken from my flickr photo album recording that four-day trek, if you’re the type to actually click these links.