I've made it to Ipo Dam. In another 14 km, or about 3-4 hours' walking, I'll be at my destination for today, Yeoju Dam, which also has a certification center. There's a guest house there called Yeongneung. Ought to be comfy for a night.
Here are some pics from this segment of the walk. No more hills: it's all been a flat riverbank walk since this morning.
Along a lonely part of the path, I met a chipper 29-year-old dude named Benjamin. He had lived in New York, and he's now working as part of a special firefighting team. We exchanged information, and we may meet up later this year: he comes up once a month to visit Itaewon, and he likes Turkish food. Benjamin's English is impeccable.
Righto-- back on the trail
The Benster himself:
A very, very small and intriguing house:
Another case of a sign with enough English to tell anglophones what the sign is about without conveying any essential information (same goes for Chinese and Japanese):
You spelled "weir" wrong, idiot!
Two kilometers to go. As slowly as I walk, that's a long distance.
1.7 km to go to the dam and the certification center.
A closeup of some hangari:
A sign indicating that I'm on the Han River bike path:
1.2 km to go:
I think I'm entering the city of Yeoju, with the Ipo Dam (weir) in the distance:
Ipo looms ever closer:
Even closer... and the path now slopes upward, dammit:
ARRIVED! Praise Cthulhu!
I wonder what little elves maintain the rubber stamps, the ink pads, and those pads of paper so that you can practice your stamping technique before marking your passbook:
I surely hope this feels as sexual as it looks:
The nose-bridge crinkle of grim victory:
Did I mention I'm not shaving this entire trip? The facial hair is only going to get worse.