It is Saturday, my last day in Andong. My bus back to Seoul is scheduled to leave around 3:30 p.m. so I have a few hours to kill before leaving. I ate my last breakfast at the temple, said my goodbyes and took a picture with Sirchon.
Then made my way down the hill to the bus stop around 10:30 and headed to the main bus station. I had a plan of what I wanted to do today, but I didn’t want to lug around my heavy backpack the rest of the day. I stopped at the bus terminal to store by bag in the lockers that you can rent before heading to my final destination; Weolyeonggyo Bridge also known as the “Moonlight Bridge”.
Since time was limited, I decided to take a taxi instead of trying to figure out which bus to take.
The day was a little overcast, but it did not make the sight of the bridge and the river any less beautiful. The bridge is completely made of wood and is the longest walking bridge in Korea. It is built to cross the river then it goes along the coast of the river into town. Unfortunately, I knew time would not allow me to walk the whole length of the bridge. I took my time making my way across, watching as children played alongside their families, and admiring couples of all ages who were walking hand in hand while taking in the lovely views of the river. There is a gazebo in the middle of the bridge as you cross and then there are other areas that have these fountains that intermittently spray water out. It looks a little like wings.
As I was crossing, I saw an antique looking boat with passengers giving a tour.
After crossing the bridge, there is lattice work covered in locks with little messages, a common practice here in Korea. After climbing some steps, to the top of a hill, there is an old village that housed a famous scholar and his family. Most of the village was mud huts with thatched roofs. There was maybe one wooden house on the campus. The little village was quite lovely. It had a small stream going through with a water wheel. There was also a small garden that you could walk through.
The leaves were changing color and it was a peaceful last day in Andong. I love that I had the opportunity to see a small part of what life was like in the past. I am always fascinated with the past, trying to understand what people were like then. What were their hopes and dreams? What was life like for them on a daily basis? Were they happy? Were they struggling? Sometimes I would close my eyes and visualize the women working outside, washing the laundry in the stream. The cooks preparing meals in the house that held the kitchen, gossiping as they watched over the fires that enveloped the big iron pots bubbling hot with rice and soup.
I made my way back to the bus station. This time I decided to take a bus back. Luckily I found the right one and made it back to the station with some time to spare. Andong is a lovely place to visit. To be honest the new areas aren’t much different than any other smaller city in Korea. But, the old town and historical sites are a must see. If you are in Andong, I highly recommend staying in the small temple I stayed at. It is an experience that I will cherish. The hospitality was very heartwarming.
I leave you with a picture of the country side and the beautiful mountain view from the bus ride home, and wish everyone happy travels.
P.S. I sincerely apologize that it has been about 6 months since I have posted in my blog. Thank you for those who have visited and enjoyed what they read. Winter here in Korea did not treat me well, as it seemed I stayed sick. But spring is here, and I plan to be a bit more consistent in posting. I have lots of things to share from the past few months. So friends and family, hang in there with me and I promise I’ll show you a glimpse of the other side of the world.