Oh yes, back to Jeju-do. Jeju-do is a beautiful, volcanic island, with tons of beaches and, at the risk of being repetitive, an gigantic volcano at the center. It is the highest point in Korea. To get to this majestic isle, you must fly or swim. We chose to fly, however, by fault of our own we arrived at the airport 5 minutes before the flight left. Somehow they managed to check us in, print our tickets, rush us through security and out onto the runway in 4 minutes. It was the most exhilarating 5 minutes of my life, and probably the closest I'll ever come to the 'Mile High Club'.
Here's us flying out of Gwangju with some clouds in the valleys
When we got there, they gave us some candies as we exited the plane. I enjoyed those candies. We got off the plane and rented some motorbikes. I got the orange vixen motorcycle, Natasha, and Mike got the white bread scooter, George. Somewhere after this point, I mean the dropping of the loot, it began a 4 day monsoon of biblical proportions. Like Noah's ark without the animals. 3 days later we bought panchos.
Astoundingly, we were able to accomplish a few things. Like hike up to the volcano, go to 'sunset peak', get drunk a few nights with random strangers, and go on some man-dates to coffee shops. Yeah, I blame it on the rain, but it was mostly coffee shops. At one point, in the middle of doing a crappy puzzle of little kittens, an over-joyous korean barista approached us and gave us a pink smoothie with two criss-crossing straws. Yeah, that's right.
Here's one of the cafés:
Mike is blurry and confused.
1 comment:
max, you always have been a man for pictures from planes..
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