On the way out, past the gate with the four bullies straddling the four poor blokes, and past the ancient bridge, I take a rest at this pretty spot. Soon a bunch of old Korean ladies join me. What a relief to be able to remove the backpack. After a simple lunch of bread (which I share with the huge koi fish - and some giant catfish - in the pond) and orange juice, I am soon back at the car-park waiting for the bus to Gyeongju Station.
Forty-five minutes later I am at Gyeongju Station (the bus driver took 900 won for fare, which is odd, since on my earlier trip from Gyeongju to Bulguksa, I was charged 1,300 won!), waiting for my 5pm train (pic #3) to Bujeon, a suburb of Busan (old spelling - Pusan), my next stop.
