Last night in Wondeok, I couldn't get anything to eat in restaurants. It was my fault that I spent so long time in a PC-ban. It was after 8 o'clock when I came out. The small town was dead. A few restaurants looked still open. But none of them welcome me. Maybe I looked too dirty. My cycling pants were frosted with salt after swimming.
It was a small fisher-man's town. They wouldn't like a strange foreigner suddenly came in their houses at night. I cannot blame them.
I was disappointed and was leaving town. But driving in the big route at night was too dangerous. (I was honked by a big track immediately.) I went back to the town, luckily found a small shop still open, bought some confectioneries with a small bottle of spirit. Second night in the tent on a river side was not so miserable.
As I woke up with some strange noise this morning, the sky was grey, the sea had lost the stunning blue colour. I said good bye to the east coast, headed west in mountains, towards Seoul.
I cycled up 830m from the sea level this morning. It was a bit tough with my heavy bike. But I was cheered by some Koreans on the way. A girl in a small shop who sold me water (I had none left this morning) was cute. And I had big lunch in a restaurant. They gave me some power.
14 June 2008, Taebaek, 1251km
