Meandering green strips, like curled ribbons, might be river courses. A muddy river becomes visible. Occasional groups of buildings line its banks. Ahead of us the landscape is clearly green. The river meanders, with various islands and sand bars perched on the curves.
Vegetation mixes with reddish-looking soil, and there are some cultivated fields.
The landscape resembles a bright green tortoise shell, crisscrossed with darker green lines following the changing contours of the land. I buy the tourist booklet sold by the airline. On the map of the capital I look for the village of Wonju, but there is nothing by that name. As we descend, clouds filter the rays of the sun. As the rear exit opens, a wave of humidity hits us.