Day 14: To the Unknown
My day started with a visit to the SOL antique shop. It was more than a visit today; I needed to bid farewell to Ricardo Kim. Also, an interview was lined up with Mr. Kang from the Korean Joong Ang Daily's South American bureau, who had taken an interest in my eventful journey.

Sitting amidst the relics of the past, with the scent of old wood and metal in the air, I narrated my story while Mr. Kang diligently penned it down. My bicycle, adorned with the Korean flag, silently observed as we took a commemorative photo.

Mr. Kang's skepticism about my audacious plan was evident. A 2,500km journey to Sao Paulo on a shoestring budget on a bicycle seemed absurd to him, but to me, nothing seemed impossible. When asked about my contingency plan if funds ran out, I shared my willingness to sleep under the open sky and find work for food, even if it meant the most humble tasks. Mr. Kang's response was a mix of admiration and worry, evident from the cluck of his tongue.

After the interview, we went to a local restaurant. Each bite tasted sweeter and sweeter, knowing it might be a while before I indulged in such extravagance. At the end of our meal, Mr. Kang handed me 200 pesos, probably out of concern for my ill-preparedness. Ricardo Kim, not to be outdone, contributed another 100 pesos. From a meager 300 pesos, my travel fund had doubled, all thanks to their concern and kindness. I shared with Mr. Kang my belief in serendipity and how the universe conspires to help those who stay true to their path. I could sense his apprehensions, but little did he know that his kindness was already a testament to my beliefs. My journey might have seemed reckless to the world, but for me, it was a voyage of proving my beliefs. It was my way of embracing the unpredictable and finding joy in each passing moment.