I arrived in Mokpo
about an hour before my couchsurfing host Liz had gotten off work. I went to a GS25 and was checking out the map of my journey thus far, contemplating my next move. Once I met up with her we went back to her place to drop off my luggage and so I could shower. She thumbed through my pictures while I bathed. I was glad she let me cause I was probably pretty smelly. We headed out for dinner. We had a pitcher and some friend seafood snacks, nothing to serious. I offered to pay since she was gracious enough to let me into her home and shower. After dinner, we took a cab over to her friends place. She had some very cool friends. We sat there and hung out for a few hours before deciding to head out to a bar.
this was my view for quite some time and that was the only person I saw
I found a very interesting situation with one of her friends. I forget his name, but I'll call him Jake. Jake, like myself had a motocycle. Jake, like myself had taken it to mudfest and got rained out on the way home and decided to leave the bike at the train station and return later to retrieve it. Jake, like myself had went on a cross-country road trip and during this said roadtrip, Jake, like myself was reading the book The Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintanence. He did all these things about one week before I had done any of them. We decided that if I was ever curious about what my next move was to be, I could simply ask him what he did the previous week and that would be my next move.
We headed out for some fire chicken and more beer after a while. Liz had some really cool friends to hang out with.
Her town of Mokpo isn't much, but like any place you visit, it is the people that make where you go and the experience you have. You can go to the crumbiest little hole in the wall restaurant with a group of good people and have a better experience than going to a super deluxe restaurant with a someone you don't get along with and the experience will be significantly better. That was the case here, as this restaurant was not particularly appealing.
We woke up the next morning too late to catch the 9am ferry to Jeju
and it was pouring down rain. Liz and I went to grab some coffee and a bagel. The rain quit while we were in there. She showed me around her little area. It was a quaint little area.
She showed me some famous rocks by the harbor. I didn't have my camera with me, but all they were were some ugly rocks that looked like sand. Nothing special, but when I arrived in Mokpo they had signs all over the walls of the town because apparently that is their claim to fame there in that city...some dirty rocks. They aren't even big. They are the size of about 5 people smashed together.
Afterward, we went to her place so we could get the bike and she could show me where the boat was for the ferry cause she knew there was one around 2pm. Well my bike wouldn't start. I had to push it to the mechanic in the rain for maintenance. I consider myself lucky because this happened in a town and not in the middle of "bum-f*@#%-Egypt" as they say. When I got to the shop, it was closed for lunch.
I parked the bike there and Liz and I went for smoothies. While there we checked on the loading procedure for the bike. I had to be there by 2:15 with the bike to make it. The shop opened up at 1:30. Time was of the essence. I went back at 1:15 to wait for the guy and luckily he was already back. It was a 40,000won battery. He replaced it quickly. Liz showed me where the harbor was. At that point I had about 15 minutes to get her home, grab my gear and return to the boat and the roads were slick.
The boat ride was amazing. It was raining i the beginning. I found a spot up front where I spent my time reading and writing.. Eventually I was bothered by a Korean Christian who wanted to save me from eternal damnation. I appreciated his comments. I quickly told him I was a Christian. I was hoping that would make him leave. He did not speak much English and I didn't speak a word of Korean to him cause I was really getting into my book and wanted to get back to it. We chatted for quite a while and he eventually walked away. At one point, we escaped the black clouds and came into some sunlight. I tried to capture the image on my camera. However, we were soon back under more dark clouds, but the sunset was on time.