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August 8th, 2009 – by: highway_chile
So I set me direction towards south and marched forward. I found some rain along the way too. That was a shocker. It really wasn't too bad on this day. I had a few moments where I wished I was sitting in a warm sauna, but after it cleared away I was happy I was there. I rode through Gyeongju and was planning to spend about two or three days there, but the couchsurfer I messaged was not available to host and I decided last minute that it was a town that I prefer to explore with a friend. Plus, with the likely hood that I stay here two years, it looks like I'll have plenty of time. I made my way all the way down to Busan and the sun had fallen. I stopped to call my friend Julie (the girl I hiked Jirisan with back in May) to see what she was up to.
I asked the first guy I saw where the beach was. He spoke a little English. "Oh, verrry far. One hour!" he says. I thought to myself, "Dude, I've been on this road for three days now. An hour, I think I can handle." I just asked him to point. Every time I had a chance I would ask for directions. Apparently this is not a hugely popular beach. There is a beach in Busan called Haeundae which is the most popular in th country and that has signs all over the place for it, but Daedeppo, on the other hand, was quite a task to discover. I asked taxi drivers at red lights, Other people with cars at red lights, ajummas and ajoshis on the road. It was perfect. I felt like they knew exactly what I was doing cause everyone would just point.
I finally pulled into the right area. I knew I was there because I heard rock-n-roll and saw thousands of people...and cars. Man the traffic sucked. You know what was great though. Have you ever been in traffic and seen that guy on a motorcycle ducking and dodging between cars and he probably ends up where he's going hours ahead of yourself. Well, it felt good to be him. I got off the bike and called Julie. She met me with a cold beer wihch I was grateful for. We enjoyed the festival very much. Well really just the atmosphere. We hug out on the beach with some of her friends. We went to the soju tent after the crowd cleared away and I found a guy playing the guitar. I brought my harmonica and we jammed a bit on the beach. After a few bottles of soju and some good times, I stumbled back to the tent we had set up by the water and passed out.
Next day, I headed east.
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