The trip so far
Today was grey and wet. Always planned to be a short cycling day : 14km
I had planned to go to the start of the Seongyangsang bicycle trail to collect my stamp book, but it was wet and getting dark, so that could wait until the morning
Not daring to stick my tent up in the sculpture park, I opted for a cheap heated floor of a local motel ($20). This had the distinct advantage of drying out all of my underwear after the days rain
Total: 59km / 37 miles
Tomorrow will involve more effort
The ferry port was Just a couple of kilometers away from the Jimjilbang. Compared to the shed at Terminal 5 (Slow boat to Wando) this was modern and spacious and clean;
There was a really cool photographic display of life on Jeju in the 1960's. Small villages, no tall modern Shin-Jeju, Pictures of young Haenyo (women free-divers). Although Jeju shows many similar traits nowadays, I have yet to see a young Haenyo as it is (literally) a slow-dying tradition.
The boat itself, though it looked sleek, had cheap 1980's style coach seats (that is still a bonus from the hard floor of the Wando car ferry) and windows so dirty and salty that it was impossible to see the sea out of them. Fortunately it was an island-hopper and so we were let out, occasionally, to see daylight. This usually was a 5 minute fag break before docking.
Mokpo is an extended town dominated by a small moutain, Yudulsan. Contrary to Busan, it has little in the way of modern tall rising buildings - rather it sprawls as an overgrown village. I love the mishmash of buildings
But its a mountain: they are there for climbing. And so I did. Grey views from the top got even greyer as it started to piss down. Of course, /all/ of my waterproofs were on my bike down below
Yudulsan Mountain (180m)
At the summit of Yudulsan
The Yudulsan mountain area offered the casual wet biking tourist a few other points of interest : The memorial to the fishermen (The sea only wants the living, and give the dead back to the land), a Sculpture park, and lastly but by no means least, Ye Old Traditional Buildings, along with a clucking big bell. Sadly the stick used to ring it was chained backto stop us dong such a thing.
Memorial to the Fishermen
Yudulsan Sculpture Park