Not a Long Weekend, part 2

May 25th, 2014. Geojedo, South Korea. For part 1, click here!

Around 4:50am, towards the end of a tossing-and-turning kind of night, my alarm went off and I set out alone for a sunrise visit to a windmill. This windmill is on a hill overlooking the port where we boarded the ferry the day before. The windmill wasn't moving that early in the morning, but I actually had the place to myself for all of 20 minutes. There were two downsides. First and foremost, it was a little after 5am, which is a ridiculous time to be concious. Second and not really a huge deal, it was overcast, so I wasn't met with the tickle-me-pink colors. It was more of a diffused, rare rays of light kind of morning, but it was absolutely worth it. It was quiet and peaceful until the busloads of Koreans showed up, and I had a bunch of daylight ahead of me.

I found a couple of these guys just lazing about.

The harbor we left from for Oedo Island the day before. This was taken from the path leading to the windmill.

Do you see it?

Yay, ocean!

Two and half hours later, I got back to the pension, showered, briefly passed out, breakfasted, and then we all set out for....the windmill! It was much more crowded, but we had a great time filming clips of ourselves dancing and singing to the Happy song by Pharrell for a Fulbright project. There was lots of flailing, arm-waving, lip-syncing, off-beat clapping, and smiling.

Flowers because they're pretty.

We finished our trip with a trip to Jisimdo, a smaller island off the east coast of Geojedo Island. After an uneventful and seagull-less ferry ride, we arrived on the much more normal, nature-y island and walked around for about two more hours. Instead of royal gardens and who-ville bushes, we were surrounded by familiar trees and even some bamboo. We mainly stuck to the perimeter of the island, checking out different views of the ocean and the rocky coast, and then cut across the center to head back to the pier.

They had the whole cast of The LIttle Mermaid painted here. Seems like something they would have at Oedo Island instead, but we didn't mind.

We found a bunch of these guys hanging over the path...and a few on our clothes.

Falling!

We ferried back and split up to taxi to the necessary bus terminals. Our goodbyes were brief, made while hiding under umbrellas, and I was on a bus within the hour. Kindle on and snack in hand, I was one happy guy.