Leaving Cheongsan-d0 (do=island), we rode the ferry with a family that had taking us touring the previous day. Actually, the friend I met and I had gotten a ride to the ferry terminal with the addjuma who ran and operated the min-bak we slept in. She also worked at the hair salon in 'town'. (Really..imagine an island where there may very well be ONE hair salon, ONE bank, ONE etc..... when I had first disembarked and was backpacking through the single street on my way to hike and/or hitchhike towards a beach I knew had places to sleep, I asked someone if there were marts further up the rode, "Oh no! This is the last and only mart on the island, if you don't buy food now, you can't eat later...there isn't even a convenience shack in Jiri village where you are heading..." Sheesh...
So anyway, we got on the empty ferry...and the family showed up at the very last second, makes sense when you're working with two young children... After setting sail, we all got on top and discovered there were no seats on this tin can. We took some photos, said 'hi' to the captain, and then the battle of the millenium took place. I was a worthy opponent..but clearly no match for my vanquisher....alas, I carry now a heavy, wooden heart...
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