Architecture Student turned Foreign-English Teacher: Camping with our friends on Bigeum-Do Island

The phrase "it's about the journey, not the destination" was my favorite line that Saturday and Sunday. We knew we had a lot of travelling before we set out for camping but we didn't realize how eventful it would be. With our extremely heavy packs, we departed our apartment early Saturday morning (July 30), walked about 10 minutes to the taxi stand; took an 8 minute taxi to the train station; took a 6.5 hour train to Mokpo; took another taxi from the Mokpo station to the ferry station where we met up with Becky and Nick; took a 2.5 hour ferry to the island; waited about an hour drinking beer and watching an angry lady hack apart fish; finally hopped in the back of the angry lady's truck and were driven to the beach; then humped it the last half mile or so to our camping spot. All in all it was probably the most extensive travelling we've done so far. The bit where we waited and then got a ride from the angry lady wasn't exactly planned. We were hoping to get a taxi on the island from the ferry docks to the beach on the other side of the island, but no taxis were there to be taken. So, we walked up to a shop attempted to inquire about a taxi and after a great deal of not-understanding, believed aforementioned angry lady would take us where we wanted to go. But, once she finally came out of her shop, we couldn't tell if she was saying, "Come on let's go" or "what the hell are you still doing in front of my shop!" So, we decided to slowly approach her truck to see if she got more angry or if she would let us jump in the back. Thankfully, we were able to jump in the back.

The beach we camped at was by far one of the most beautiful areas we've been to, and going camping with our friends was also incredibly worth it. We had a great time, despite the extensive travelling. Take a look at all of my photos here.