We were on our way to stay with someone who is part of Warm Showers, a network where cyclists put each other up for a night, but after riding for a few hours we were stopped short by a barrier across the cycle path. It was flooded. 

So we had to go into the city and find a way round, except we got lost, really lost. And it kept on raining. We asked for directions and after another couple of hours of going up and down 8 lane traffic roads we eventually found our way back to the path, yippee! Except, now it was getting dark, and we were wet and tired. 

We weren't going to make it to our host's house so we decided to find somewhere to camp. The cycle path was very hilly, so steep in some places it took all my strength just to get off and push. The crisps and beer we bought as gifts were starting to look like our dinner. 

We stopped for a breather, it was properly dark now and still nowhere to pitch our tent. We were exhausted. 

Then I suddenly noticed, one of the bags strapped to my bike was gone! Cue horrible sinking feeling and trying not to give in to crying. We had no choice but to retrace our route and go all the way back until we found it. 

The charge in my front light was dead so had to rely on the beam from Steve's light to see where I was going.

We ended up going back over 20km and, God love the people of South Korea, we found the bag left neatly by a tree. We'd found it!! We were so happy we sat in a bus shelter and had a beer. 

But, thing is, it was about 10.30pm by now and we still didn't know where we were going to sleep. Yes it was also raining. 

Anyway, after going round 3 hotels and another 10km, we eventually wheeled our bikes into our room at 11.30pm. No matter there are complimentary condoms with the tea and coffee and the bath is big enough for, um, a lot of people. 

We had hot showers and lay on the bed eating the crisps utterly spent, occasionally one of us mumbling 'I can't believe it's over'. But thank goodness it was