The second long weekend in May was for Buddha's birthday. Friday night I chilled in Daejeon, Saturday I hiked Daedunsan (the mountain with the suspension bridge) and Sunday Tara and I hopped on a train to Yeosu, a port city on the Southern coast. I love everything about train rides, and the trip to Yeosu was the most scenic I've experienced yet. According to the man who gave us our tickets, we took "THE slowest train," and it was so worth it. For the first time I finally saw rural Korea. My eyes were glued to the window as I passed through desolate countryside and small village after small village with the ever present mountains gracing the horizon.
Even on "THE slowest train" it only took us about four or five hours to get to the southern tip of the country. That's including our 45 minute wait to transfer in Iksan. It's moments like these when I'm reminded how small Korea really is.
Yeosu was cool. We explored the port area on Sunday night and Monday we grabbed a bottle of Makgeolli (def. Milky-white fermented wine made from rice or various grains. It's cheap, unfiltered, and sold by the pot or in bottles...definitely an acquired taste) and took a ferry ride around the various islands. It was funny because we originally thought we were going on a tour ferry...not quite...we were on an actual ferry that took Koreans back to their island homes. It was fun nonetheless. As always, we were showered with generosity. I scored a piece of gum, a cup of coffee, and a creepy hand on my leg. That's when I decided to go inside and find Tara who was napping with the elderly.
All in all it was a good trip, and I got to see a new place in Korea.
1 comment:
fantastical pics, as always, mama!
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