As the sun went down behind the hills...

... the LS Cable factory tower lit up in a cascade of ever-changing colours.

The factory site is vast, with tunnels under the roads through which cables are delivered to the dockside.

Our accommodation on deck gives scant shelter from the heat and humidity, but an industrial size fan helps to move the air.

The port is busy. Freight is continually loaded onto ships of all sizes that slip in and out throughout the day and night.

The Vladivostok to Donghae ferry squeezed in beside us. I was interested in how much it might cost for the journey and went online to enquire. It appeared that sailings had been temporarily suspended.

A slip-up in the paperwork caused me to move to another hotel for one night. My new room was huge, and the bedside light switch was placed handily on the opposite wall.

The bathroom/wet room was tiled from floor to ceiling and lethal in the wet.

The notice - on the wall furthest away from the bathroom - when translated, was very clear about this, and especially firm on the prohibition of equipment. As for room carols, well!

My window afforded a view of downtown nightlife, and although wide open on that muggy Saturday night, a few shrill squeals and some bawdy laughter was all I heard before dropping off to sleep.

In the morning, reception was deserted. I took a couple of hard-boiled eggs from the self-service breakfast counter, glugged back a couple of coffees and got a taxi back to the port to start my shift.

As the cable neared its end and packing up time neared, this could prove a pain in the side.