busking in Donghae |
I am washed up and worn out and disinterested. I am looking forward to our break in Laos, house-sitting for our friends, and want only to rest. Gayle goes out to explore some of the old palaces and temples and the neighbourhoods of traditional houses that have survived the developer's punishing hand. These have survived by attracting tourism. There are also some busy markets. To get around she takes the subway, which looks large and messy but is very easy to use. I find some plastic sheeting and tape to wrap our bikes for our AirAsia flight to Chiang Rai. Our flight is a morning one and to save money we intend to sleep at the airport.
We meet Brad at the end of the cycle path which has taken us from the city and along a canal to the sea just north of Incheon. He's a friendly chatty fella who has come to say hello and kindly show us the way to the airport, which is on an island just offshore. There are two expressways to the island, neither of which we can cycle. But we know there's a ferry - Brad is directing us to the place where can catch it. For some reason it seems to be a lot further than we thought and we finally reach the ferry after a long ride between the docks and the city. On the island we still have a way to go and it's almost 5 in the afternoon. We grab a very late lunch of noodles and head south along the coastal road reaching the airport before it gets dark. Flying through and flying out - we will have to return to Korea to explore further. Autumn seems like the right season - but when isn't it?
we'll be back Brad |
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