GPS Calamity

Lots to say about our Korean road tripping so far, but let me just say this: the Korean GPS system in our car is a liar. It does not know the correct kilometers before a turn and it does not know that a road does not exist. In fact, it believes that all things are roads and are navigable. Tonight, as we were fruitlessly searching for the Gam Wine Tunnel (a lovely persimmon winery that gives tastings and serves food) about 45 minutes from Daegu, our GPS took us deep into a nightmarish hellscape that was an abandoned Korean field. The "road" we traveled on was barely wide enough for a mule. We drove through a dark hillside village that smelled of burning rubber only to find ourselves on a "road" leading deeper and deeper into dessicated fields. None of it looked right, but we carried on. Then the road stopped, or rather, ended, at the edge of a field. Joe got out to check out the situation only to be scared back into the car by the sinister barking of quickly-nearing dogs. Clearly, we could not drive across the field as the GPS asked us to do, so we slowly, laboriously backed out the way we came (we could not turn around since there were ditches on either side of the tiny road). In the distance, the freeway mocked us with its sleek realness. Meanwhile, creepy, Sleepy Hollow-esque branches scratched at our car as Joe carefully backed us out of our worst nightmare.
We eventually made it back to the real road away from the dogs, the dead fields, and the burning rubber smell. And like idiots, we trusted our GPS one last time to take us home. Which it did. Thankfully.