Many cities in South Korea have a nickname featuring an adjective. Despite Daegu being coined as ‘Colourful Daegu,’ it is one of the greyest and dreariest cities that I have ever seen. For the past week, I thoroughly enjoyed my time in the city. I disconnected from my computer, explored outside, and spent time with old friends and normal days became good days. We even climbed a mountain.
It is over one and a half years since I left Daegu and said that I would never ever go back to teach there. In fact, I never thought that I would go come back to Korea at all. But I did and here I am now. And I am very much enjoying myself. This time around, I am not teaching English.
As a regular country bumpkin who feels all the beauty sucked out of the world in cities (with a few exceptions), here is my portrayal of how I see Daegu: monotonous and grey. To me, I see the following photos as a harsh truth of how humans can blemish the Earth. Maybe, as a European, I am accustomed to cobbled streets and twisted ancient buildings, so my views are warped.
Interpret them as you will.
These photos were taken on the 22nd floor of my friends apartment, at sunset.