Yangyang to Gangneung

Two Korean couples invite me to their meal tent for breakfast. We eat rice, seaweed, kim chee and beef. The couples are from Seoul and camp twice a month.

There's a cycle route that leads to Busan. Crossing a high bridge I watch fishermen. Large fish flap on the path and more are being reeled in from far below. Bringing the fish up is a two-man job with one turning the reel and the other pulling up the line by hand.

In Hajodae I walk out to the skywalk. Down below waves are crashing over a walkway on the rocks. Voices squeal as Koreans taking selfies try to stay dry. Not all succeed.

At the 38th Parallel the beach is packed with Koreans learning to surf. But what strikes me most are the barbed wire and lookout towers. A reminder that South Korea is still at war with its northern brother.Baca lagi