After feeling giddy from the splendid weather and stroll around the sand dunes, I got in the car to follow the coast line all the way to Kinosaki. I had no idea what it would look like and figured I would be pleasant surprised along the way.
I rolled up to a pretty little spot and noticed from the nearby map that there was a Geo Park running a long length of the coast line. I ALMOST kept driving, reminding myself there was always so much to see. I crushed that thought to pieces the next instant. I hadn't come all the way from the land of four kingdoms to not see all that I could.
The rocks had lovely shades of brown and orange tinges. The sky was a deep blue. The water a emerald swirl of whites and complimenting hues.
One regret of mine from the trip is that I didn't try to capture more candid moments of the environment and people. I have been contemplating that relation a lot recently.
The Geo Park in Kochi is quite flat and easily winds amongst the craggy sea rocks. There was no telling from the map what kind of ups and downs I would have to commit to.
You have to give to receive. You have to give your body to the malevolent gods of nature.
That sounds a bit heretic.
I was breathing hard and the sweat had soaked through my back. I couldn't have been grinning wider.
The trail kept going on past the light house to another point of interest. I descended the path a few yards and scoffed. I wasn't going to let those malevolent beings get the best of me. With a gulp of water I turned back to enjoy the views some more.
It was nice to get back to the car and move forward.
Lots of sunlight was left but it would soon fade.
It gently put the weary fishing villages to sleep.
I guess Korea doesn't feel so far away now.