I leave in the morning. Went for lunch to Rok, a Scandinavian restaurant, where the soused mackerel and aebleskiver were exemplary but the rest ranged from decent to peculiar. The latter was a curiously tough beef sirloin and we couldn’t work out whether it was deliberately so or just a poor joint. Then another look for sandals, very discouraging. Hiking sandals are in general profoundly ugly. Dinner was brought over by a French friend of the family and I expounded at some length and possibly inaccurately, about CPEC, the One Belt One Road initiative, and the changing nature of terrorism in Pakistan. And now, having packed my minimal belongings, I am in bed as the Gentleman Friend has a friend over.
Our Korea planning proceeds apace. Today’s discovery was of a temple stay where meals are cooked by a nun submitted to UNESCO’s intangible world heritage list.