I fell asleep immediately as the head hit the pillow. Having operated for at least one week with just four to five hours of sleep daily, the fatigue was gradually catching up to me. After hiking, both shoulders suffered tingling sensations, in addition to some milder symptoms in the left leg. Meanwhile, browsing partner experienced no issues whatsoever, despite having sprinted up the steps with speed.

​We pulled open the curtains to reveal a calm, serene morning of blue skies with patches of sunlight. The snow had melted over the past twenty-four hours. Unfortunately, it was time to bid farewell to Jeju.

​Breakfast comprised of a protein shake over Post chocolate cereal, a banana, and a cup of Kanu Light Roast Americano. The ceramic cups adorning Nanta's logo was a nice touch.

​Our flight was scheduled for 12:20 PM, meaning that we'd need to make haste. Prior to departure, we'd need to get gas, return the rental car, and board the rental shuttle to the airport. After packing our bags and separating the trash, we'd be on our way.

​Stopping at the first LPG station on the route, my browsing partner stated our needs to the attendants on site. The first one was a middle-aged to elderly man uncomfortable with English. He summoned the assistance of another similarly aged fellow, who served as the interpreter for our case. Neither of them glanced over to acknowledge me in the passenger seat, but gladly made small talk with my browsing partner, including remarks about the initial surprise of seeing a "Korean-like face" that did not speak Korean.

​Downing as much as of the 3L water bottles as possible before hopping into the car was a dire mistake. Although the rental car return destination wasn't too far away, the impacts of the speed bumps and painfully low speed limits exaggerated our urgency.

​At any given point in time, members of staff were positioned outside of the facility to assist with rental car departure and arrivals. The drive-thru format forced customers to disembark within seconds of pulling up to the return area. While efficient, it eliminated the opportunity to use the bathroom first before being subject to tedious paperwork.

​We completed the remainder of the process at the counters within. A credit was issued due to excess fuel. Then, before we knew it, we were back on the shuttle heading towards CJU.

The tranquility of the scene was a stark contrast from the tropical rainstorm that had welcomed us. Roads were dry, palm trees barely waving, atmospheric conditions brimming with post-precipitation freshness.

My primary Jeju activity was hiking. In fact, the vast majority of the trip had been centred about a coastal drive on the island and the long-awaited Hallasan hike.

Preparations for this event had been made well in advance, from researching entry requirements, making reservations as soon as the booking window opened, reviewing bus routes (and alternatives before 6 AM), and establishing the best/tried-and-true option of accommodations. The latter was, of course, in reference to Hotel Nanta.

We awoke to find the outside world cloaked in a layer of fluffy, white mass - a sight us Canadians knew all too well. Snowfall hadn't been predicted as part of the forecast, though the sudden plummet into the negatives had likely prompted the phenomenon overnight.

I didn't think much of the below-seasonal conditions, save layering accordingly. Our sandwiches and kimbap would be slid from the fridge into my sturdy, reliable Congee Queen containers from home, then into my backpack. One firm lace-up of our boots and we'd be on our way downstairs.

Our departure was well after 6 AM, which meant that municipal buses in the direction of Hallasan would be running. I checked the bus departure table near the front desk for Gwaneumsa, for Hallasan had two trail heads for reaching the peak, and led the way outside.

​Snowfall was relatively light, but nevertheless more than anticipates.
In search of the bus, we first crossed over the parking lot, unknowingly entering the bus loop waiting area. The driver, supposedly on his break, directed us back to the bus stop. We adhered to his instructions.

When he pulled up to the stop, I inquired to confirm that we would, indeed, be heading towards Hallasan.
His response came as shocking, for he said that no buses were heading there. I could not interpret the words spoken afterwards. Before I could clarify further though, he rushed a decision from us, exclaiming that he was "already two minutes late". The truth was that he had pulled up late to the bus stop to start, as the exchange barely lasted thirty seconds.

I got off the bus and returned to the side of my browsing partner.
"He said the bus doesn't go to Hallasan..." I informed of the exchange. "But I don't know why."

​Perplexed but resolute, we called an Uber instead.

​We pulled up a strangely empty lot. Low visitor volumes deviated from the results of my research, but we assumed it to be a consequence of sudden snow. Admittedly, there was a thicker layer than viewed from our hotel room.

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In leaving the Forest of Healing, the next stop obviously be no other than the Innisfree Green Cafe. This was my last chance to visit after all.

Jusangjeolli Cliffs was a supposed natural phenomenon showcasing basalt columns formed from lava flowing into the sea. It also constituted a tourist attraction, oddly enough, with admission and parking fees to support the stopovers for photo-taking. Parking would be paid at time of departure, based on the vehicle size, while admission fees were collected at the ticketing booth.

​We wasted no time. I settled the admission costs, which was 2000 KRW per person, in cash. We then dashed down the asphalt pathway and towards the observation deck. I was practically sprinting, though my browsing partner merely embraced quickened footsteps.

Stronger gusts were felt with closer proximity to the waters. Along the elevated walkway and observation deck, our hair and faces were whipped left and right by the wind. Suffice to say, conditions were unpleasant. It prompted those nearby to be incredibly quick with their photos as a consequence, dawdling not for the sake of quickly returning to a warm place.
We spotted a red boat in the distance, named the Jeju Jet. Considering our surrounding environment, it was absolutely beyond me how boaters had managed to control their path on the water.

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Indeed, the geometric-shaped columns were a marvelous sight to behold. Irrefutable was the beauty of the cliffs even under overcast skies.

Read Part 1 HERE !

​Naturally, we swapped our hiking bags for small day packs upon our return. Any subsequent trip would be made by car after all.

During our momentary stay, I pried open one of the cases of Baumkuchen from O-Sulloc. The specimen adopted the form of a trapezoidal log, as opposed to the customarily circular presentation of Baumkuchen. Albeit fragrant, the orange rendition was absolutely artificial. It boasted sweet and moist properties with strong notes of honey, but was dry to taste and horribly crumbly.

​When we departed once again, it was observed that the hotel parking lot had returned to its deep slate hue. The overnight snowfall had gradually melted with the rising temperatures. The same could be observed on roads and shoulders, though fields and untouched areas remained beaming and bright.

​Driving along the rural roads again evoked recollections of GTA hikes. The sole discrepancy was the sheer uniformity of coniferous trees lining the path of travel and distant view of mountains. These elements were more commonly associated with West Coast hikes instead.

The built-in navigation system led us to the outer edge of Seogwipo Forest of Healing. It would appear that vehicles could not enter past the roundabout, thus we resorted to one of the many parallel parking spaces near the local bus shelter.

In a matter of moments, the skies suddenly darkened. We were faced with an incredulous blast of flurries.

Visibility was drastically impacted. The frequency of snowfall was truly unlike anything I had ever witnessed in my lifetime. Nearby, two middle-aged men strolled past. "Merry Christmas!" one remarked humourously.

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As much as my browsing partner had emphasized Jeongbang Waterfall being a "quick" stopover, I wasn't about departing until I had captured the scene as best as I could. Having forgotten my 360 camera altogether (it was in the luggage in the car!), my next best option was to review different angles for a seamless recap.

The O-Sulloc Tea Museum and Innisfree flagship store was located in a distinctly commercial/touristy neighbourhood. Roads and boulevards were wider, signalized intersections more common, and entrance paths grander than the calm and quaint Seogwipo.

​Turning into the asphalt lot, members of staff would direct visitors to vacant parking spaces throughout the space. This approach was effective in maintaining a steady flow of vehicles in and out of the lot, further preventing congestion and crowding at either end of the parking area.

Having arrived just short of 5 PM, I declared that there would only be one hour of exploration time remaining. My browsing partner simply shrugged in response to my half-annoyed tone, a gesture indicative of a lack of accountability for the turnout of events.

A Guide Map was positioned near the entrance pathways to the O-Sulloc Tea Museum and Innisfree store. The two establishments shared the lot, featuring interconnecting pathways and short, recreational trails between the buildings.

​I led the way into the O-Sulloc Tea Museum first. Again, my browsing partner was eager to dismiss the need to be swift and delve into the "museum" component of the facility. Much to my relief, the curated content spanned just a small section of front area of the building. The remainder assumed a tourist attraction, showcasing equipment for tea leaf roasting behind a glass display, an overhead conveyor belt for display of tea bags, and sampling stations to encourage spending.

​The O-Sulloc Tea Museum could hardly be described as a "museum", but rather a tea-based retail store with café and educational elements.

The second morning in the pension was just as serene and breathtaking as the first.

From the upper floor, one could relish in the gradual illumination of the world beyond, without even lifting a single limb. Distinct rays of sunshine peaked through a thick layer of cloud cover, casting a hazy, sapphire veil on all surrounding elements.
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In the far distance, the turquoise waters of the ocean were also visible. 

​Breakfast comprised of Post-branded granola and a small carton of "Jeju Milk". Unlike back home, individually packaged granola cups did not break the bank. I was also pleased to find a 200 ml portion, as that my ideal ratio consisted of 60% crunch and 40% milk. It should be noted that Korean milk was perceived blander, devoid of the typical dairy-like odour, and featuring a thinner consistency.

​Geunalohu Pension enforced a stringent 10 AM check out time, thus we had awoken early to accommodate the residence's requirements. Re-assembling my belongings, digesting breakfast, readying myself for a long day out took much longer than envisioned.

While I scrambled, my browsing partner began emptying the trash bins, as the check-out instructions had stated, and loading suitcases into the rental car.

Finally, with one shoe on and the other half-laced, I raced into the car. With an audible sigh, I sank into the passenger seat and gazed down at my watch: 10:00 AM. Just made it.

​A combined Naver-Google Maps search led us to 당근과깻잎. Alas, there was absolutely no parking to be found on site. The boulevard of the café faced a minor arterial of sorts; operating with one lane in each direction without shoulders nixed the possibility of stopping curbside for a quick bite. Consequently, we routed onto the nearest side street, resolving to park the car in a cul-de-sac surrounding by agricultural lands (and a walkway fitted with mysterious signage).​

​Without a single municipal warning prohibiting parking - and an tractor attachment simply abandoned on the connecting side street, it could be assumed that all was fair game in the rural territory. In spite of these free-for-all parking "laws", it never ceased to amaze me that the asphalt roadways were maintained exceptionally well (with not a pothole in sight!) and the line paintings brilliant and bold.

Read Part 1 HERE !

While it may seem surprising that I embarked on this trip without a comprehensive list of POIs, the main objective was, simply, to move freely. 

For the Jeju leg, in particular, I hadn't scheduled beyond the Hallasan hike and O-Sulloc Tea Museum/adjacent Innisfree boutique. My goal was to enjoy a scenic coastal drive along the perimeter of island, regardless of which side, and I requested in earnest for this to take place at every possible opportunity. Not being the driver though, I had little control over how things would unfold.

​My browsing partner had expressed an interest in roaming the Jeju Stone Museum, to which I had no oppositions. We selected an eatery in close proximity to the museum and made our way over from Gimnyeong Beach. Again, the asphalt was remarkably smooth and intact, while the pavement markings sharp and pristine. Within the boulevard was a multi-use path, distinguished with blue line paintings and separated from the roadway with planters and an abundance of signage.

​Nangtteule Shimpang involved an approximate thirty-minute drive, leading our eventual arrival to be past the 1 PM mark. We parked across the street in a vacant gravel lot, but there was a total of seven spots directly in front of the eatery as well. Parking beyond the designated rectangles parallel to the direction of travel wasn't uncommon either. In true suburban fashion, parking appeared possible where plausible.​

The menu was posted outside the sliding doors of the restaurant as well as within.

Upon being greeted at the door, we were gestured towards a four-person table. Tissues and utensils were already present at the table's edge. Warm water, individually packaged wet wipes, and cups would soon follow. An ordering slip was also presented on a narrow clipboard, presumably corresponding to our table number.

The front-line staff comprised of a few young men clad in black t-shirts and at least two middle-aged men. One of the older staff neared our table to take our order, though we hadn't yet decided at this point. The situation would be repeated with a younger member of staff, until I finally relayed our request of the Nangtteul Jungisk.
At first, the server responded with concern, as there was a minimum order of two Jungsik sets. I nodded my head in acknowledgement and changed the count on the order slip from one to two. Traditional Korean meals are often configured to have minimum order requirements, though I had initially believed my markup automatically indicated a two-person portion, each priced at 15,000 KRW.

​Orders of jeon were foregoed, for the size described was larger than our appetites could stomach. That said, I adhered to a single order of makgeolli, not knowing 3000 KRW would entail a cauldron-sized portion. 

While sixteen dollars would earn me a Stainless steel teapot at best, my mouth dropped agape at seeing the ceramic vessel and accompanying wooden ladle. Thankful to have a chauffeur, I summoned my grandest efforts to deplete the medium-sized pot.
Past experiences with homemade makgeolli had informed me of its staggering strength. Meanwhile, I had never met a bottled or canned version that hadn't led to nausea and discomfort.

But this rendition was unlike any of the aforementioned varieties. For starters, it was delicious! - a balanced, milky composition with neither excessive sweetness, bitterness, nor grittiness. Three bowls vanished with ease. I even managed a fourth and part of a fifth before reaching capacity. After all, I would require sustenance in conjunction with the alcoholic beverage. Had I been sharing the pot with another appreciator of liquor, it would have been depleted swiftly.

I awoke to sunshine and a beautiful, glorious morning. Jeju during daytime was drastically different from the night before, and our chosen pension admirably accentuated its beauty through strategical incorporation of windows and skylights.

From the second floor, one could relish in the gradual overtaking of dawn - where darkness transformed into a lush, breathtaking field, where azure waters could be spotted in the distance, and where sunlight peeked through intertwining layers of cloudy mass.

Jeju was stunning.

​Getting ready in the sauna-style facilities also set the tone for the day. Seemingly boundless blue skies could be seen through the ceiling cutouts, instilling a sense of cheeriness and excitement.

​Two sets of outdoor slippers were provided on a shoe rack, while exactly two chairs were tucked underneath the square table. At the far right of the patio was a barbecue station, while the left a view of the (paid) indoor-outdoor private pool.

Coffee was prepared from the Kanu sticks previously procured from Lotte Mart. Each of us took to a flower-adorned ceramic mug from the array above the sink to enjoy the aromatic beverage.

​The internally soiled, red microwave on the countertop seemingly doubled as a toaster oven, with knobs to adjust baking temperature on the side. Tous Les Jours' Chestnut Pain Suisse was successfully reheated using the mechanism. Its surface was delightfully crunchy, featuring the covetable strips of crispiness seen in Le Génie's atrociously pricey rendition, while the cross-section flaky and encasing a subtly sweet chestnut paste. The creation was simultaneously the best item of the bakery haul and a satisfactory start to the day.

Read Part 2 HERE !

​"Pick a place to eat." I had said. In retrospect, it would have been easier to decide upon a place then lead the way to the car.
My browsing partner was sluggish to budge and took no initiative to settle the issue of supper, only lamenting that the proposed options had been deemed unacceptable by me. And they were: grilled meat spots and homestyle Korean fare that we could eat in Seoul shouldn't be chosen over local finds of Abalone or shrimp sashimi. Of course, my suggestions of these delicacies had been turned down without remorse as well.

Eventually, my suggestion was accepted and realized. Naver Maps did not include hours for all restaurants, thus we would need to venture out and confirm personally. The sun had set completely by this point, cloaking our surroundings in an ominous dark veil. The rural roads were devoid of streetlights; the rental car's headlights were our sole source of illumination in navigating to the main road. Intensely tinted windows did not help our case.

In the nearby Sehwa business area, we found a Public Parking Lot. The lengthy paragraph underneath could not be quickly deciphered while driving by, thus we relied on tools such as Papago and Google Lens to explain the restrictions. Truthfully, the chances of being ticketed were low. Not only was the lot was deserted, we did not encounter a single soul during our short-lived stay. Temperatures had plummeted to the high single digits, while strong winds made walking unenjoyable.

​Practically every eatery on the premises had shuttered for the evening. Our eyes brightened at the sight of an illuminated restaurant. We pulled open the sliding door excitedly, only to lay eyes on an empty seating area. An elderly man called out to us, "끝났어!" They had ceased operations already.

Instead of departing immediately, the adjacent gift shop piqued my curiosity. In I went without a moment's hesitation.

The unexpected stopover revealed a plethora of unique, handmade trinkets, eventually assuming my favourite souvenir stop of the trip. From tile magnets to Stone Grandfather and Hallabong plushes, I ecstatically plucked various items from the shelves for purchase.

​When it came to confirming price or stock availability, I was able to communicate with the lady behind the cashier without issues. All the items were reasonably priced, with wallets at 10,000 KRW, cartoon coasters at 8,000 KRW, and tile magnets at 6,000 KRW. I also acquired the last Hallabong decorative 수새미. Originally positioned for display purposes only, the staff member had no qualms whatsoever packaging the handmade item for sale.

​My final bill totalled 59,500 KRW - about half the price I would have paid for a handful of souvenirs in North American cities. As a token of gratitude, I received a complimentary carrot pen. Pyeongdae ri was known for carrots, after all.

​Pitch black were our surroundings. By navigating towards the main road, we chanced across the Sehwa Beach and a nicely delineated pedestrian walkway along its south perimeter.

Read Part 1 HERE !

​Waiting for boarding in a toasty environment was unbearable. Yet, it seemed that only I was unaccustomed to midday UV rays permeating the glass windows.

The cramped aircraft hadn't helped my case either. It had been years since I had last sat in Economy. Besides the narrow corridor of the passenger plane, tray tables adopted the now-obsolete folding type. To make mattes worse, my table was positively grimy, bearing indicators of a distinctively brown drink spill - either coffee or Cola. My browsing partner had opted for the window seat, and I saw that tables closer to the window were cleaner than the aisle. I scrubbed at my seat with vigor, only to never really utilize the tray table over the one-hour flight.

Another feature of the small, old aircraft were buttons and twist fans overhead. Despite my greatest attempts to sleep during the flight, I was rudely awoken by turbulence. Thankfully, the fan had been set on max to improve air circulation around me. There were no barf bags in the seat pocket in front of me.

Advertising was prevalent throughout the inside of the plane, making it easy for brands to leave an impression. This promotional approach was not unlike the ads spotted in subways, with the exception of celebrity spokespeople. Korea truly enjoyed such association, to a degree I shall never comprehend.

​Likely in light of the recent Jeju Air tragedy, safety and evacuation demonstrations were executed to tremendous detail. One of two flight attendants progressed through the steps of using the oxygen mask, all while looking absolutely soul-less. She was very unimpressed, and reasonably so if she had demonstrated the same sequence upwards of twenty times in a day.
I had placed my backpack on my lap instead of sliding it underneath the seat in front of me. While the flight attendant had strolled the aisles, she had not urged me to tuck the bag away as Air Canada staff would undoubtedly have.​

​Despite being delayed at the gate, boarding of passengers took place at an astoundingly quick pace. Closing of the aircraft door and taxi proceeded nearly immediately. That said, takeoff was delayed, resulting in an arrival time of 10 minutes past anticipated.

During boarding, I couldn't help but observe that Zone number did not correlate to Seat number. Being in Zone 3, we were amongst the last group to board, even if our seat was towards the front of the aircraft in the 5th row. This approach was peculiar and not very efficient as it created delays in the corridor.
One had the option of choosing seats during the reservation process, which would incur fees of 1,000 - 5,000 KRW. Those closer to the front would be priced higher than those in the rows behind. No fees would be incurred if opting not to choose a seat in advance. For those without pre-selected seats, flyers could pick from the available selection using the Self Check-In kiosk.

​The flight enabled me a firsthand peek into Korea's infamous "rush mentality". Passengers on board our flight were primarily locals ranging between the ages of 25 to 55. Not a single person waited for the seat belt sign to turn off before slowly getting up. Rather, patrons were standing up and ripping off their seat belts from the millisecond that the sign was no longer illuminated. Calls were being made and social media feeds were being watched like breaking news. Upon nearing the gate, the aircraft door opened immediately, allowing deplaning to take place. The masses rushed to get off the flight, as if the one-hour journey had delayed them half their day.

The hurried pace continued from the gate to the baggage claim area. Impressive were the consistent footsteps of those around me, to the point where no one in the office would ever declare me as a "speedwalker" had they witnessed the scene unfold.

Featuring dim lighting and low ceilings, the baggage area reminded me of Halifax and Montréal. Though, Halifax did not see as many patrons and Montréal was smaller and grimmer, without any form of embellishments.
Jeju International Airport included three photo spots near the exit, along with a promotional sequence playing on the LED screens wrapped around surrounding pillars.

Even those that had rushed to disembark the aircraft slowed near the displays. Each party took quick snapshots before proceeding on their way; such conciseness prevented a queue from forming, as one would have expected in North America with hoards of Chinese tourists.

​The most innovative method of capturing a photo was seen in a couple's use of the carry-on handle bar as a tripod. Before dashing to the display with Stone Grandfathers and Hallabong, a woman positioned her phone against the handle bar and set a timer. Then the couple dashed into frame with gleeful smiles. Absolutely adorable was this encounter - in sheer contrast to the grumbly travel companion next to me.

​There was more to explore upon exiting the baggage claim. Of note was a series of restaurants arranged in a semi-circle with a faux naturescape centrepiece.

​We'd also lay eyes on a rare WOWPASS kiosk and a decently sized Olive Young.

​I headed outside for a brief moment, leaving my browsing partner to handle luggage and investigate next steps. (Of course, the latter was not done.) Past the automatic sliding doors were dreary, grey skies, waving palm trees, and slick asphalt. Conditions were humid, concluding the arrival (or ongoing status) of a tropical storm.

​Many passengers had huddled about a nearby bus stop, likely with the intention of heading into Jeju City.

I took note of the amenities on site, including a fourth floor observatory (that we wouldn't be visiting) and muddled directions for the rental car facilities. The label of "Rental Car Shuttles" implied that such facilities were located off-site, as opposed to navigable via indoor passages of the airport.

Heading back inside the terminal, I realized my browsing partner had not made any progress with the rental car administrative activities and had, instead, been awaiting my return to commence any work. The delay in action frustrated me, for the Lotte Rent-A-Car help desk was just a few steps away.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I neared the section of the counter that offered English-speaking services and presented my reservation confirmation. The lady behind the desk was exceptionally friendly and verified my documents one by one. She explained the next steps with clarity: Given that the reservation had not been made under the same name as the International Driving Permit (IDP) holder, additional administrative steps would be required. It was advised that the IDP holder create a user account with Lotte Rent-A-Car such that booking could be shifted under the same name.
In consideration of time, she recommended that we board the shuttle to the Lotte facility first, as account creation could take place during the commute. Subsequent steps could be finalized at the rental location by on-site staff.

And so, we followed the masses and respective signage, crossing over to a covered walkway with artificial grass as carpeting. The covered corridor offered protection from ongoing precipitation. We continued trekking until reaching Lotte Rent-A-Car's shuttle bus stop near the very end of the walkway. By this point, we had grown haggard from the turn of events. Squelching patches of sodden carpeting underneath my non-waterproof sneakers had also made for heightened displeasure.

​Successfully boarding the shuttle offered tremendous relief. Despite our luggage barely fitting into the dedicated storage sections, I heaved a sigh knowing that we were on our way at long last. In spite of the online documentation about Jeju car rentals - be they forums or VLOGS - reality confirmed that the process wasn't nearly as straightforward as others had made it out to be:

• For starters, there were countless rental car companies, likely the reason why rental facilities are located off-site instead of easily accessible within airport corridors.
• For every rental car company, there was a dedicated shuttle bus. These buses operated akin to standard buses, with numbered stops to indicate their boarding area. However, instead of assigning one number per company, several companies shared a range of stops with some overlap. As an example, Company A boarding would take place at stops 1-3, but Company B boarding may take place from 3-5. It didn't help that all the shuttle buses assumed a similar exterior, save the logo on the side.
• Shuttle buses were not always available. According to the schedule posted within the airport, their arrival times were staggered. On average, they would come every 15-20 minutes.

​Although there was a departure board and plenty of signage within the airport, the information was not categorized clearly for ease of navigation. The average traveller could easily misinterpret the wayfinding elements for taxis, buses, and rental car shuttle buses. Essentially, it was data overload without a sense of synthesis. There was also minimal warning, if any, regarding timing of each event (ie. syncing reservations, walking, waiting for the shuttle, travel time towards the rental facility, etc.). In addition, the advertised process did not consider those travelling in large groups with young children and elderly, nor those with copious amounts of luggage (us).
As I'd later learn, Korean appeared to operate in a manner where processes are advertised as swift and efficient, but exclude important details about preparation and aftermath.

Ten to fifteen minutes later, we'd arrive at Lotte Rent-A-Car. The facility was positively bustling. Despite the depressing weather, many locals had decided to make the trip over from the Korean mainland.

Scanning the vicinity, there appeared to be three methods of obtaining one's reserved vehicle:

1. Self-Serve Kiosk
2. Korean-speaking counter
3. "Foreigner"/English-speaking counter

Instead of placing queue markers, visitors would obtain a "Waiting Ticket" to secure their spot for service. Admittedly, I found it quite novel to have dedicated waiting tickets for domestic (Korean-speaking) and "foreigner" (English-speaking) clients. The tickets were assigned different numbering sequences, allowing customers to be directed to the appropriate staff member for assistance

​Approximately 60% of the clients were domestic visitors, either middle-aged women or families with young children. While in wait of our turn, I discovered the availability of on-site bathrooms and yet another LED screen listing customer names and the parking area of their assigned rental vehicle.

​When our number was called, the English-speaking member of staff confirmed the reservation transfer and provided an info sheet for reference. Indicated on the slip was our vehicle model, parking area, gas type, and return date. My browsing partner made a fuss about "LPG", an exclusive type of gas apparently not offered at all stations.
Adjacent to the payment terminal was a table of tourism discounts, ranging from museum and dining offers to admissions to Snoopy Planet.

​With paperwork finalized, we set out to Parking Area 6H, following the pavement markings depicting the pedestrian route.

​The vehicle was remarkably pristine - not an ounce of dust, smear, or stain anywhere! In front of the passenger seat, a sticker had been placed to confirm completion of cleaning and enforce policies to keep pets in cages and forbid smoking.

Accompanying the rental was a built-in navigation system (extremely helpful for locating local destinations) and even a dashcam!

​Departing the facility, a member of staff documented the existing fuel level. We were instructed to return the car with a similar amount, or risk facing additional charges due to insufficiency.

​Driving through Jeju City wasn't the most interesting of ventures. The streets curved abruptly and congestion was comparable to suburban neighbourhoods during rush hour. That said, it was still better than driving in urban areas. 

​We quickly learned that speed limits were strictly enforced on the island, to the extent where the navigation screen would flash red if the limit was exceeded. Cameras were also observed at nearly every signalized intersection, threatening the receipt of speeding tickets.

Although my browsing partner griped at the odd transitions of 30, 40, and 50 km/h zones, the complaints gradually decreased as we traversed into the calmer, residential areas. Much to my surprise, there were barely any vehicles on the road on Saturday evening. The estimated ninety-minute commute steadily reduced to just fifty-seven minutes.

At first, we regarded the navigation directions with wary, for we had guided onto a narrow, unpaved farm road. Proceeding cautiously, the reserved Airbnb came into view from afar, allowing me to confirm validity of the route. Given the muddy grounds and sharp, unsigned turns, extreme care was demanded to prevent accidentally scratching the car.

​We arrived at long last, laying eyes on the series of "pensions" I had investigated comprehensively in the months prior.

​Four tandem parking spaces were outlined before the first house. Not a single one was occupied though. A single white car was parking on a gravel lot located perpendicular to the grid; we presumed it to belong to the owner/Airbnb host.

​​​Braving ruthless gusts, we meandered towards Pension No. 1. About two weeks ago, the host had reached out to confirm booking of Pension No. 1. At fist, I was surprised given that my request was for No. 2. Ultimately, No. 1 had been the most fitting choice, for it featured the white curtains that I desired and proximity to the washer and dryer room.

​The keypad code had been provided in advance of our arrival. As my browsing partner transported luggage from the trunk and passenger seat, I worked to unlock our accommodations for the next two nights. Three attempts later, the cozy interior was finally unveiled. I was in awe!

Attractive, spacious, and beautiful, the pension aligned exactly with the images posted online. The landing area was set at a lower elevation than the ground floor, allowing for temporary storage of luggage and facilitating removal of shoes. The colourful tiling instilled a sense of whimsy, beyond allowing for ease of cleaning.

Beyond the landing area was a small kitchen, complete with sink, cooktop, and microwave. There was also a small fridge adjacent to this setup. Utensils, plates, and pots could be found in the drawers and cabinets underneath, though it should be noted that washing before use was non-negotiable. Grease and food remnants were spotted even at a distance. The interior of the microwave was also heavily soiled with bits of food, arguably dirtier than those in publicly accessible convenience stores.

​Separating the kitchen and fireplace was an elevated living room/dining room. This area provided access to the backyard, bathroom, and partial view into the adjacent pool area. Utilization of the pool would incur an additional 90,000 KRW fee, while the fireplace priced by butane and log usage. Neither were of interest to us.
Above the dining area was a projector, such that movies and television could be viewed from both levels of the building.

The washroom boasted similar tiling to the landing area, but adopted a sauna-like appeal. Wooden ceilings with skylights and a jacuzzi-style bath area were notable features. I appreciated the consistent tiling throughout, as it meant damp feet could access the towel storage without fear of floor damage and slippage. That said, the steep steps leading down towards the shower area was most definitely not accessible. We also later learned that evening that water pressure was severely lacking. The pressure in the faucet was, sadly, stronger than the streams emerging from the showerhead. In fact, the tap was so strong, splashes onto the mirror were nearly inevitable.

A single plastic cup was found near the sink. This vessel was presumed for brushing teeth, but there was only one for the two of us. In reaching out to the host, my request for a second cup was dismissed immediately, with the reasons being "sustainability" and "Korean culture". Her intent was to encourage sharing of one cup, but that we could utilize the ceramic cups in the kitchen if desired. Nonsensical in more ways than one, it appeared that she wished to refrain from direct contact with the guests as much as possible. In the end, we resolved to use the plastic cup for brushing teeth and the patterned ceramic ones for drinking water and coffee.

Save a few stray hairs in the corners, the bathroom was quite clean. Signage near the toilet warned against using too much toilet paper, as clogging was possible. This message was posted in both Korean and English, likely targeting speakers of both groups.

​The aspect that caught us off guard was the heated floor. Neither of us was accustomed to the setup, nor were we particularly fond of the added temperature when it came to food items in our luggage being warmed accidentally. Having placed makeup and coffee beans near the bottom of my suitcase, the first evening taught me to reconfigure the arrangement accordingly.

​Wooden stairs led up to the second floor bedroom. At first glance, the steps seemed to be positioned at uniform heights and distances. Only with repeated use did we find its surface dangerously slippery and the turns hazardous in dim lighting.

Aside from these design choices, the space was positively serene. The combination of slanted ceiling lights and floor-to-ceiling curtains exuded a bright, welcoming impact. Tall windows and skylights also ensured plenty of natural illumination during daytime, while a single window by the stairwell provided much-needed relief from stuffiness come nighttime.

​I took note of outlet inventory, the dust of the railing, and the view of the dining room from above. Descending back downstairs, we'd proceed to transport our bags past the landing area and gradually settle in.

Read Part 3 HERE !