The last train to Gangneung
A grey morning, a thermos of barley tea, and two hours of coastline sliding past the window. Notes on why I keep choosing the slower line.
Slow travel, small towns, and the occasional photograph.
A grey morning, a thermos of barley tea, and two hours of coastline sliding past the window. Notes on why I keep choosing the slower line.
Umbrellas, steam, and a vendor who insisted I try the pickled radish before I took her picture.
One bag, one lens, no regrets. What I took, what I left behind, and what I'd change next time.