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Gyeongsangnam-do

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  • Day96

    Tongyeong

    March 10 in South Korea

    The next overnight stay we have in Tongyeong. After our arrival we have done a short walk through the city and found some great wall paintings.

    Der nächste Stop auf unserer Rundreise ist Tongyeong. Hier werden wir die nächsten zwei Nächte bleiben. Nach unserer Ankunft sind wir noch ein bisschen durch die Stadt gelaufen und haben ein paar coole Wandmalereien gefunden.

  • Day97

    Hallyeohaesang National Park

    March 11 in South Korea

    We had a nice drive around the island of the Hallyeohaesang National Park today. The views to the coast and all the small islands around was really great. The only problem was that nearly all parking lots were full on the way so it was hard to stop anywhere. Next time we better do it weekdays and not on a Sunday.

    Funny thing: I found a Nimbus 2018. After flying around I received an invitation to join the Gryffindor Quidditch Team ;)

    Wir haben heute die Hauptinsel des Hallyeohaesang Nationalparks umrundet. Die Aussicht aufs Meer und die anderen Inseln war wirklich cool. Das einzige Problem war, dass fast alle Parkplätze unterwegs voll waren und wir daher nicht überall anhalten konnten. Nächstes Mal machen wir es dann wohl besser unter der Woche.

    Auf einem Hügel hab ich dann noch einen Nimbus 2018 gefunden. Habe ihn natürlich direkt ausprobiert. Kurz danach wurde ich für das Quidditch Team von Gryffindor nominiert ;)
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  • Day97

    Mt. Mireuksan

    March 11 in South Korea

    In the afternoon we decided to go up the Mt. Mireuksan, but because it was late already we took the gondola. Up there we had another great view to the city and all the islands around.

    Am Nachmittag haben wir uns dann noch dazu entschieden die Gondel auf den Mt. Mireuksan zu nehmen. Von dort hatten wir dann nochmal einen großartigen Blick über die Umgebung.

  • Day98

    On our way to Busan - Windy Hill

    March 12 in South Korea

    Some more impressions from Geoje Island. It was very dusty today, but it still looked great.
    At around 7:30 tonight we have arrived in Busan. The traffic was crazy in the city. I will never complain about the traffic in Cologne again.

    Ein paar weitere Eindrücke von Geoje Island. Es war heute wieder einmal sehr diesig, weshalb die Sicht nicht ganz perfekt war.
    Gegen 19:30 Uhr haben wir dann Busan erreicht. Der Verkehr in der Stadt ist wirklich verrückt. Ich werde mich nie wieder über den Verkehr in Köln beschweren!Read more

  • Day98

    Today we left Tongyeong and on our way to Busan we visited Geoje Island. We found a very nice water fall on a campground. Would be really nice to stay there overnight in summer.

    Heute haben wir Tongyeong wieder verlassen und uns auf den Weg nach Busan gemacht. Auf dem Weg haben wir uns noch Geoje Island angesehen und dort einen coolen Wasserfall gefunden. Im Wald direkt am Wasserfall ist auch ein Campingplatz. Im Sommer könnte man hier mal übernachten...Read more

  • Day32

    Haein-sa Temple

    October 29, 2017 in South Korea

    This was a big day, with many photos taken. Choosing six won't be easy.

    The day starts with a short walk down the street. I take a local bus to Seobu Bus Terminal, where I buy a ticket for Haein-sa. What troubles me is coming back, as the buses have no numbers or English signage. And I have no internet access. That's a problem for later in the day though.

    We hit the road, travelling west towards the Gayasan National Park. It's around 90 minutes in all to get there. When we reach the national park, the road winds around as we ascend. Around 7 km before the temple the bus stops at the Tripitaka Koreana Theme Park. The tripitaka comprises ancient Buddhist scriptures that are incredibly well preserved. I'm not sure what a theme park named after them would be like, hopefully it's not like Disneyland!

    The drop off point for the temple is around 500 metres before the bus terminal, saving some time and energy. It's still an uphill walk to the temple complex, par for the course really. The autumn scenery is stunning here, I think it's probably the best time of year to come.

    There is a crowd here, being a Sunday, but it becomes even busier later on. Not surprising as Koreans aren't morning people and it takes some time to get here. I notice a roped area that people walk through. It's a practice by which they pray or meditate as they walk.

    I have no information on the complex so can't identify the individual buildings. Once again I look at the artwork in the eaves and marvel at how well preserved they are.

    Once I've done a full lap of the complex, I take a look at the adjacent forest. There is some good hiking here. Although I'm wearing hiking pants and boots I'm not really equipped for a serious hike. Nevertheless I head off towards the Sangwangbong peak, which is 4 km away.

    The hike goes through some pretty terrain in the lower reaches. As the trail ascends, I notice a more wintry appearance to the trees as leaves are scarce on them. There are plenty of leaves on the trail though.

    The views I was hoping for don't come to fruition as it becomes hazier, windier and colder as I ascend. After midday I come to the final scramble over rocks to get to the peak. Yeah, no, not doing that. The wind would make it too uncomfortable to spend more than a minute there. Instead I find a windbreak in some rocks and have my lunch.

    It's now after 1pm and it's a long way back to my Daegu hotel. The weather also looks like it's deteriorating. In spite of my usual descending concerns, I rush back to the temple complex. Even from there, it still takes time to get back to the main road as there is a crowd of people coming the other way.

    Back on the road, I start walking towards the bus terminal. I pass a bus stop and notice a German couple who were on my bus in the morning. At the bus terminal I buy a ticket back to Daegu but have no idea which bus to take at the various platforms. Fortunately I find help from a man who may have been a bus coordinator. He takes me to a platform where a bus is waiting and confirms with the driver that it is bound for Seobu bus terminal.

    So we board in a few minutes and I have a window seat. There's still some time until the 3:20 pm departure so the bus fills up. Eventually people have to stand in the aisle. We depart and make our first stop at the bus stop 500 metres down the road. Quite a few people board and then have to stand, including the German couple. The wife is not happy at this, but she does get a seat around 30 minutes later.

    It's slow going on the road due to traffic congestion. This eases when we pass the theme park and a number of people depart the bus. Slow progress still back to Daegu, it's around 5 when we reach Seobu bus terminal. I'm not sure where the bus stop would be to return to the hotel, but a metro stop is nearby. It's the less direct way back home, but at least I know where I'm going.
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  • Day27

    Daegu to Hapcheon

    October 20, 2014 in South Korea

    At the river I see a large group of people all wearing the same jackets. Many are wearing what look like race numbers: the kind you wear for a marathon or something. I stop to see what’s happening. A lady is singing on stage and there is a blow up arc like a race start line. Ray and Lisa, a Korean couple who have been living in the US for 40 years come to talk with me. They tell me this is a gathering of over 300 Koreans who live abroad. They are taking part in a big tour of Korea together and today they will be going on a walk; I guess like a fun walk. We talk some and I give Ray my contact details so they can look me up when they visit their friends in Sydney over the Australian summer.

    It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun is shining, a light breeze is blowing and there are lots of people out enjoying the day. I pass a “lesports park” where a group of men are playing foot volleyball. I’ve never heard of this game before, let alone seen it in action. It looks like a lot of fun. And, of course, in true Korean style there are lots of marquees set up with families eating and drinking lots of good food.

    Nearby my eye is caught by something more familiar: a group of Indian men playing cricket. It’s summer at home and I just know this same scene is being played out all over Australia on a Saturday morning. It’s funny what symbols we find of home.

    Sports are being played everywhere along the river at parks and grounds. The most common that I see is soccer. It makes me think of my sister and her husband who are big fans of the game.

    Many cyclists are out enjoying the path. Husbands and wives wear matching jerseys. Many cyclists play music out loud without earphones. It is amusing when matching pairs of riders are playing different music while riding together. Young solo male riders seem threatened when I overtake them with my loaded bike so sprint away competitively only to walk up the next incline while I ride past. Young couples ride along on matching bicycles. When there is a climb the girl generally gets off with a resigned look on her face while the guy pushes her bicycle up the hill and waits. I see no solo female riders along the path. Perhaps they have better things to do with their Saturdays.

    I stop at a popular pagoda and learn that I have been doing pagodas all wrong here in Korea: I should have been taking my shoes off. Oh well, live and learn. People try to talk with me but I cannot understand them. Some questions are familiar, like where are you from, where have you been and where are you going. Some comments are familiar also like that looks heavy and well done. But I know I am the subject of conversation that I can’t understand because they look at me, fiddle with my bike and laugh. I love how they try to talk more slowly to help me understand but still I cannot. Sign language isn’t such a big thing here; they just talk more loudly or slowly. It makes me think of how Australians sometimes try to communicate with foreigners at home … I can attest that louder and slower does not mean more understandable if the person cannot understand the words in the first place.

    The landscape here is deeply rooted in an agrarian culture. Tractors move slowly, rice is dried on the roads and couples work the fields. Nothing seems rushed. It is as though the farmers know that the seasons will keep changing, the work will always be demanding and not much is likely to change for them. There are no young people here in the fields and I still wonder what will happen to Korea’s food supply as the older people pass one. Will young people bring technological advancements to farming? Will backpackers be relied upon for manual labour in exchange for the experience of working on a farm? It’s a conundrum being played out all over the developed world and Korea appears to be no exception.

    I hear music and Buddhist prayer chants echoing from a hillside. My map says the path here splits with the riverside route being challenging and steep. But still I am drawn to the chanting sound; it intrigues me and is the first Buddhist chanting I have heard in some time. The two guards at the base of the hillside path should have served as warnings for what was to come but still I pushed on.

    Nearby there is a stone pagoda. The chanting sound is coming from some nearby speakers. There doesn’t appear to be anyone here but perhaps I am wrong. It’s a very small temple that is not marked on any of my maps. The location is beautiful and I learn later from a passing cyclist that you can stay there for free.
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  • Day28

    Hapcheon to random pagoda

    October 21, 2014 in South Korea

    I woke to the sight of the sun breaking gently through the fog. Birds chirped in the trees and leaves rustled on the forest floor. The air was cool but not cold. I set about packing my gear slowly, ready for another day.

    The path is wide and decorated with these wind flowers in many places. It is a simple but cheerful decoration that makes me smile.

    I continue to travel through a landscape dominated by agriculture and the every-necessary quest to feed a nation’s population. In some fields the harvest is completed and preparations begin for the new crop. Plastic and reflective sheeting are placed on the ground everywhere to maximise the sun’s warmth as winter approaches. This is my first encounter with four-season farming and the realities of a bitter snow-covered winter.

    There is no escaping the realities of farming here though. It’s hard work and every day there is something to be done. It’s the second Sunday in a row that I’ve noticed the older generation of Koreans working the fields. Walking tractors are pushed to plough the fields.

    A farming village houses the Pak-jin memorial. This was a critical battle in the Korean War and possibly saved South Korea from obliteration. When all seemed lost and the capital had been moved first from Seoul to Daegu and then to Busan, South Korean and US forces took a stand here at Pak-jin. Outnumbered and outgunned they refused to give in, eventually routing the North Korean army and beginning the push to reclaim what had been lost.

    A small museum marks the battle and tells the story of the Korean War. While the War Memorial Museum in Seoul was informative this museum touches me deeply. I am standing at a place of battle. Outside there are old men and women working their farms who are old enough to have been personally touched by the war, whether as soldiers, civilians or children. And it strikes me just how much the people of this country have achieved. Over the past few weeks I have spoken with a few men who were soldiers in the war. I have seen barbed wire, young soldiers, the captured submarine and monuments to mark signicant battles. And now, as I stand here I realise just how resilient the Korean people are. Just 64 years ago their country was flattened by war. Their army was pushed all the way back to this point just 80km north of Busan. Farms would have been destroyed and people killed or maimed. Yet this country is so advanced and the people so welcoming.

    I continue along the cycleway, taking in the wide expansive river views. Green treed mountains drop into the water, reflecting golden in the afternoon sun. The leaves here in the south are not changing as dramatically as further north. It’s noticeably warmer here and perhaps winter will come a week or two later than in the north. This country might be small but it is so diverse and cycling makes this so obvious.

    A particularly beautiful section of trail takes me through riverside reeds in flower. They are beautiful in their fluffy glory. A family walking along the path takes photos of their young children between the flowers. There is a festival here in this area somewhere every October to celebrate the reed flowers. Yet another sign of the seasons changing in a culture steeped in nature’s ebb and flow.

    As the sun sinks lower into the west I come across a disused exercise park with a pagoda. It’s tucked away off the cycle path and I decide it’s a good place to stay.
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Gyeongsangnam-do, 경상남도

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