We take the bus to Sokcho today. We tried to do the same thing yesterday but it didn’t work out. This time we make it to the terminal on time and find the correct bus. It’s a comfortable way of traveling, though dangerously air-conditioned. We cross the country in about four hours and arrive in a town north of Sokcho when the sun is low. We meet the only couchsurfer there, a friendly Canadian girl with Slavic roots. She is the only westerner living in that town and hence a famous resident. She lives in a comfortable flat, where we can crash three-in-a-row on the warm floor. We eat out and although choices are considerably smaller than what Seoul has to offer, we find a good place and conclude the evening basking in gaiety.