On October 1st, JiaJia and myself got started in the afternoon from Nowon and took the cycling roads along the streams to Namyangju.
We started around noon. After riding 30km along cycling roads adjacent to water ways, We stopped in flower fields 30km in Guri City which is east along the hanggang river for goofy photos. Below is one of them.
After getting to Yanpyeong Bridge(50km from home) which sepparates NamyeongjuCity from Yangpyeong County, we took this picture on the bridge.
The bridge went eastward but backtracked and went north. 10 minutes later we saw a festival next to the cycling roads. Bubbling with excitement and seeing the opportunity for live music JiaJia wanted to stop. So we stopped and hung out. It turns out that it was a slow food festival. How lucky we were! There were vendors serving handmade tofu or makeoli.
Most store bought makeoli is chemically flavored garbage. However, since this was a slow food festival with genuine vendors there was a vendor who served wonderful makeoli. The same was true with a tofu and soybean vendor who served great tofu.
I think either I was lucky with her or we were lucky together since we got so many free samples and freebies. But when we bought Makeoli, the lady gave us an extra bottle. When we went to a tofu vendor, JiaJia asked lots of questions to the woman and then the woman had us sit and just decided to feed us. She sat us down at the table in front of the vendor and gave us her green tofu and dip as well as rice and kimchi.
Then we stayed for orchestra playing classical music and pop songs and also several folk singers. We were filled with tofu, savory pancakes and drank makeoli.
Maybe two hours later, it was dark and we set off to find a place to camp. Well only 20 meters later I found a place on the left side. We got off the bikes. We then walked around. We put up the tent. We changed into bathing suits and then went for a swim. Before getting into the water, I noticed that there were no people around and the area was so dark. So I suggested that we swim naked. JiaJia being keen on the idea and we agreed. So we went into the chilly water. Besides being a little chilly, the water felt great and was soo clean.
We came back and made a fire and played Ukelele.
The next day we didn’t do much but stayed there for most of the next day.
No one bothered us at our camp or passing police officers supervising an adjacent cycling race. If it was illegal to camp in a park then it just proves korean’s tolerance.
In the morning the rains started and we walked around after a big lunch of hot spicy ramen called BulDak and a mix of vegetables from home.
In the afternoon, we headed out for a bike ride with plans to return. Two hours later we came back to find that out tent didn’t keep out the rain and all our sleeping bags were wet. We moved our stuff to a shelter nearby and made dinner. In the evening, we slowly realized that we were going to have a cold and uncomfortable night with wet sleeping bags. So while enjoying dinner and music we decided to go at 9pm on the nearby subway back to the house.
Heading back we had a lot of good memories of how we lucky we were to find a great place to camp and swim, listen to a free orchestral show, drink great makeoli, and eat great food.