Last weekend we had our second Fire on the Ridge. There is a ridge on top of the mountain behind our apartment block, this is where the Secret Ajuma trail is, but when night falls it becomes a ghost trail, dotted with playgrounds and beer pagodas. By pagoda, I mean a small wooden hut, where we can sit, hang out and drink. We chose a perfectly placed pagoda which overlooked the lights of Gwangju in all its glory. This time we were minus Eagle Scout Matt so Shane stepped in with his 'man skills' and whipped up a quick fire. One by one people hiked up the mountain after work. By midnight everyone had arrived. We sat, drank, told stories, listened to music, I played some Guitar and we watched the city lights. As much as I like heading out on the town, I miss sitting round a fire, singing, story telling and having some banter.
At our last Fire on the Ridge party, Corey entertained us all with a rap as I gave him a backbeat on guitar. Sorry for not warning you about the treacherous hike Tiff, but you know it was worth it. As they say in Korea... "Assssah!!!"
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