Originally posted to: http://blog.biketoursdirect.com/
Traveling often seems to give us that Eat, Pray, Love feeling. Please pardon the cliché reference. But, you travelers out there, you know what I mean. You know, the moment when you realize you don’t care you gained ten pounds from eating too much pizza margherita in Napoli. Or when you finally figured out that enlightenment comes from the journey itself, not from sitting silently in an ashram in Delhi. Or that moment when you fall in love—with a person, or a place, or the journey itself.
I had many of these magical moments on my family’s recent 150-mile bicycle trek across Korea. This might not seem like a far distance. But here’s the kicker: we pulled our 2-year-old in a trailer (and sometimes in his baby seat on my bike) with us the entire way.
While we did the tour as self-guided and self-supported, it was not an easy task. Rental equipment was nil and very few people outside large cities in Korea speak any English at all. This made for some nearly impossible logistical planning, with nothing but a hope and a prayer to Buddha that we’d find food on a given day.
Luckily for us, we know enough Korean to get by. We borrowed all the gear we needed from our supportive friends (though many were eyeing us with an eyebrow raised…”you’re going to do what?”).
Luckily for you, BikeToursDirect offers some incredible tours of Korea that are guided, well organized, and run by friendly, helpful, English-speaking Korean guides. You can now experience the Land of the Morning Calm for yourself, without any of the hard work and headache of a self-supported tour. Be sure to check out all our Korea tours HERE. (Note: More tours are coming soon for the 2014 season!)
Here are the moments from our trip that truly made me see Korea in a new way, despite living here already for five years. The moments that made me smile, laugh, dance, wonder, and fall in love all over again.
- Random sightings. Really, I’ll just post the photo here, below. I’m not sure words can describe. But, as we biked down the bike path in Daegu to get to the main Nakdong River path we’d follow to Busan, a Michael Jordan statue in a hidden garden caught my eye. Yes, that’s right. Michael Jordan, standing next to a butler. Oh, and a Native American.
My husband Whit says the following of this photo: "I hope this isn't the pinnacle of sites I'll see in my life, but it sure feels like it."
- Running through water fountains. Taking a 2-year-old with you on any journey helps you to slow down and have fun. There is no racing to the next destination. Any time we stopped, it was pure joy for our son. Our first stop was in the middle of the city, an ugly concrete square. We were all eager to get out to the countryside. Our son, however, couldn’t have been happier to run through a dirty water fountain in the middle of the city, unaware of the traffic, the concrete, the litter, and the task at hand.
- Sleeping outside. I’m an outdoorswoman. Nothing sounds better to me than cycling all day with my kid in a seat behind me and then sleeping on the ground under the stars at night. Korea is full of big cities. But its countryside is even bigger—if you have the chance to explore it. Big skies, big stars, big rivers, and big dreams. This re-connection to nature and environment around me helped me see Korea in a way that most who visit Seoul would never see. Our trip coincided with the harvest full moon, which made our evenings magical. Tired at the end of each day, we laughed and shared stories beneath the glowing sky each night.
- Free lunches. Our second day was a day of a great many ups and downs, physically and emotionally. We all pushed our bikes up a mountain that we didn’t even know was coming, after a full morning of steep climbs. One of the many ups of the day was when the bike path took a sudden turn away from the river and snaked up a mountain just beside a sleepy Buddhist temple. Sounds of chanting reverberated from the temple, as a monk stepped out and called us to come in for lunch. They treated us to a free meal of rice, kimchi, and vegetables (bibimbap). We were restored.
|Our campsite along the Nakdong River in Korea.|
- The kindness of strangers. This family in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere fed us snacks and alcohol when we rolled into town at dusk, totally spent from the day of mountains. They spoke no English. We spoke little Korean. But, they brought us in, called us a taxi, and stored our bikes for the night as we went and found a hotel in a larger town 10km away. The next morning, we went back and they were there waiting with fresh grapes, rice tea, and warm smiles and encouragement of our journey.
- Swimming in the river. We followed the same river for 150 miles. Every day, we stared at it, as we pedaled and checked off the miles. But it wasn’t until we took the time to stop, throw off our shoes, and really jump in did I feel like we were one with the river. We were now family.
- The enjoyment of a Coca-Cola. Our third day of 50+ miles and we were getting weary. This was my favorite day of cycling. Diverse scenery. Lots of wildlife. Beautiful rolling hills with easy ups and fast downs. And now we were on the same route as the train, so every 20-30 minutes we got to wave and holler at the train (my son’s favorite activity). But it was in the late afternoon when we pulled over along a narrow, winding road and found this back porch and had a glass bottle of Coca-Cola that we felt we’d reached heaven.
- The feeling of magic. We left the path on the third evening at dusk, biking through a small tunnel under the railroad tracks to find a charming one-street town where we ate dinner. It was a magical experience. The perfect town at the perfect time with the perfect food (grilled, greasy, thick slabs of pork, known as “samgyeopsal”). After dinner, we headed back in the dark about one mile to a campsite along the river. The moon shined above us, and a train raced by in the dark. We hollered and waved again, able to see the passengers sitting stoically inside the train, on their way to somewhere else. We considered ourselves lucky to be here, in this moment, carrying our gear on our bikes. We had a strange feeling that small town wouldn’t even be there in the morning when we rode back by. It was that magical.
- Bowing to the bicycle.There is no better way to see a country than to pedal through it. I can’t say this enough. I’ve never seen Korea the way I saw it last week. Until you bike through its paths, bow to every other cyclist you pass on the path (you really will do this!), and see the people of the small villages, you haven’t seen Korea. It’s a beautiful country, with amazing food and friendly people. And like I bowed to the many cyclists, here’s one final bow to its beautiful work with the dedicated paths and it’s embracing of the bicycle.
Want to see more? Be sure to watch our video of the trip.