Beach & Coastal Walking, Korea, Long-Distance Walking, Road Walking
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Goat Killer Trail, Day 8: Pictures

Got back into some serious hiking today with a Saturday climb of Jangsan, a mountain overlooking Haeundae. Had a great time up there photographing fungi, streams, boulders and views of the Haeundae skyscrapers. And I felt strong, even if my heels still look pretty nasty.

Bloody tired now, though — it’s through half-closed eyes that I hit “PUBLISH” tonight…

DAY 8

I slept poorly — car lights and engines — and got a late 6:30 start. I could also feel those 35 miles and knew I would pay the price today…

But the dawn was as gorgeous as ever, with fishing boats scuttling across the horizon beneath the molten ripples of sunrise…

I miss those GKT sunrises

The gift of dawn

As expected, I was slow and close to limping…

All that road, and plenty more ahead…

“All cracked up on the highway” – Bob Dylan

Paddies stretching towards the coast

I kept inventing excuses to stop and rest — on guard rails, under bridges…

Another good reason to stall

My favourite insect

A rest stop under a bridge. I “slept” under one like this that night.

Then my luck changed…

Overgrown shrine

I diverted into a village called Giseong with no water left. And I needed caffeine in any convenient form…

I’m not one of those “culinary explorers” you hear about

I felt myself transform from a common roadside vagrant into some kind of omnipotent highway god…

Splashes of old Korea just off the road

My feet didn’t hurt as much. I started eating miles again…

And the tunnels: the first two serious ones I’ve done in Korea…

The Walker’s Nemesis

I…soon lucked upon Rt 917, which I guess is that fragment of “Old Rt 7” I was told about…

A pleasantly gloomy stretch of coast

My footprints & a military observation shack

Old shrine & hydrangeas

Under a dark sky, with a gentle and sporadic rain cooling my head while hot steam seeped up from the road, I ambled down this narrow, almost deserted coastal road, metres from the water…

They’re proud of their crustaceans in these parts

The barbed-wire coast I’d read about — not pretty, with all that rusting ironwork, but dramatic in the gloom…

A familiar scene in this part of Korea

A cop car pulled in to check me out as I hurriedly put the camera away…

The Man pulled in for a look

The sandy beaches were left wide open but the rocky inlets were always fenced. I had a quick swim and reached the end of 917 as night fell…

Approaching the end of my coastal idyll

I was sorry to be back on harrowing Rt 7…and when I came to an exit ramp, bailed to try out a theory.

Every exit ramp curves round under the main highway; jammed in there between highway and underpass there’s usually a concrete ledge. And now as I spread out my bedroll, I saw the shortcomings…

It was a long Friday night…

~ And that’s all the Goat wrote

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12 Comments

  1. Alice says

    Contrasts of old and new…rice paddies meet highrises–highways meet shrines. I neew one of those “Warning: Crabby People Ahead” signs:) Take care of those feet!

    • Thanks, Alice, they pack a lot of contrast in a small space in these parts.

      Funny, my feet got a good workout this weekend without complaint. They just look scary.

  2. Well, I love your top-shelf cuisine! A sugar blast like that would keep me going like a dervish for about ten minutes and then I’d fade rapidly! Good stuff that it keeps you moving!

    Those tunnels do look a little hairy. I can’t say I’ve ever seen any where there’s any semblance of a footpath?! You must scurry through there on the most minimal of walkway?

    I love the hydrangeas. They’re blooming down here now!

    Oh yeah, I haven’t mentioned it for a while, but those close up photos are great. That lens you’re using beautiful!

    • Cheers, mate. It is a beautiful piece of glass indeed. I really should treat it with more respect, but so far it’s served me well and bears no more serious scarring than the occasional bump or scratch on the casing.

      Tunnels: I get sick in the stomach every time I approach one. Occasionally they sport raised platforms and perhaps even rails, but the nightmare scenario is a long one replete with hurtling trucks and only a sliver of pedestrian space. THIS IS UNJUST!

      The “food”: I was only really interested in liquids and caffeine in that heat. I tried to eat something like a real meal, albeit a prepared one, in the evenings.

  3. I like Korean dragon flies. They are not monstrously big like the ones that I see in the US. It’s supposed to be good omen to catch a red dragon fly. We used to call them “chili pepper dragon flies”–go-chu-jam-ja-ree. Leave it to Koreans to make a reference to something spicy.

    • Thanks, Joy, I dig the dragonflies here too. I’ve actually been thinking I should get a dragonfly tattoo — and those red ones are beautiful, yes.

    • Yes, the moth was gorgeous. Full disclosure: the dragonfly was dead! I know a magician should never reveal his/her tricks, but now that nobody’s watching…

      • In my defence I have a few shots I’ve taken lately where I’m almost touching the (live) dragonfly. So I do like to think they’re at least getting more used to me.

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