For reasons long forgotten, Rachel and I went to Boseong Tea Fields and Yulpo beach again, for the fourth time. The idea of strolling along the beach on a crisp winter day was very appealing. Hiking the many steps up the tea fields was not.
We’d heard there were some impressive Christmas lights at the fields this time of year. We arrived just in time to catch the last light. The plan was to see the sunset over the distant hills and take pictures of the famous lights in the dark.
We managed the first part. Three obstacles stood in the way of the second half of our plan. Firstly, we couldn’t find the lights. Secondly, we were freezing to death. And finally, we had no idea when the last bus back to Gwangju would be. We had no intentions of staying overnight in Boseong.
Running around in the dark we finally found the lights, a short way outside of the fields. Panicking from fear of missing the bus, Rachel was frantically waving at taxis in the middle of the motorway. I was trying to set up my camera and tripod. Just minutes away from taking a picture a cab pulled up. Rachel’s angry face told me it was time to pack up. The picture was not to be. Truth be told it wasn’t that impressive anyway.
As it turned out, the last bus to Gwangju wasn’t for another couple of hours. Panic unnecessary.
Here is an example of Rachel’s angry face: