Saturday was going to be the busiest day we had so far. I woke up early, had a fantastic breakfast of toast, eggs AND cereal before meeting Yirak. As if the universe knew about our plans for the day, the sun was shining and it felt like a beautiful summer’s day, despite it being October. The rain of the day before felt like a distant memory.
Our first destination of the day was Daehan Dawon Tea plantation in Boseong. Two buses and a fair few hours later and we had made it. The journey was absolutely worth it, as the green tea plantation rolled out over the hills in front of us. I had feared the Autumn would have painted the leaves an orangey-brown already, but any worries quickly subsided as it looked like we were visiting in their last couple of weeks of green glory. Despite the hoards of people that had come due to the holidays, the area still retained some magic, particularly with the spectacular sea views, tucked away at the very top of the hills. I had no idea how close to the sea we were until that moment and once again we were surrounded by nature as far as the eye could see.
By early afternoon we made our way back to Suncheon for part two of the day’s adventures. The wetlands of Suncheonman were another bus ride away, but with a long wait until the bus arrived we ended up taking a bus with another couple instead. The long line of cars as we neared the wetlands reserve, suggested that here too was going to be rather busy! Fortunately, we had already bought a ticket that entitled us into all the main attractions of the city while at the folk village the day before, so we happily skipped past the ticket queue. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect of the wetlands. A field of tall reeds spread out in front of us, growing out of the wet muddy ground. Hundreds of crabs scurried in between the maze of their stems and a path weaved through the area, enabling us to cross to the other side of the wetlands. From there we picked up a trail that took us to the top of a small peak that gave us beautiful views across Suncheonman. A cluster of ominous looking clouds soon disappeared and the potential for a promising sunset seemed high. We decided to wait and hope for the best. As the sun crept towards the mountains and dusk fell, our prayers were answered and we were blessed with an absolutely spectacular sunset.
We made our way back down the mountain and across the wetlands under an orange sky. A perfect sunset is one of my favourite things in the world and I don’t think I could ever get bored of them. It’s not often that I find myself in an idyllic location, with perfect weather conditions at the right time of day, but when I do it’s really quite humbling.