I walked about two kilometers from my motel to the Jeongbang Waterfall. It wasn’t even 8 AM, and there were only a couple other people in the park. I had to walk down a steep flight of stairs to the beach, and that was when I realized that my “going down” muscles were worse off than the others. Here's the view from the top of the stairs.
It was a painful walk down. From the bottom of the stairs, I walked (hobbled) along the rocky beach to the base of the waterfall, but the view was well worth the pain. The Jeongbang Waterfall falls directly from the land into the sea. I made myself as comfortable as I could be on one of the large rocks and just sat and watched the waterfall and the gentle waves of the sea. From the rock, here's what I saw to my right:
And here's what I saw to my left:
On the rock cliff next to the waterfall is some historical graffiti. Apparently in ancient times, an envoy from China traveled to Jeju-do looking for the elixir of eternal life, which was apparently to be found on Hallasan. When he returned to his ship, he engraved his name on the rock cliff next to Jeongbang Falls. According to the legend, Seoguipo City’s name is derived from the graffiti. There is a whole museum at the waterfall park dedicated to the legend, but it wasn’t open yet when I was there, so I didn’t have a chance to go in.The Chinese graffiti:
After seeing the waterfall, I went back to my motel, studied my map and travel literature, packed up my things, and checked out. It was a good little motel for a couple days--clean, warm, and about $30 a night. Plus, my room had a decent view:
I stopped a restaurant and ate a bowl of hobakjuk--pumpkin and rice porridge--for breakfast, with side dishes of kimchi, of course. Yum. 
Then I walked on to the bus terminal to head to my next destination—the little village of Seongsan-ri in the northeast corner of Jeju-do. I got there at about noon and found a little minbak to stay the night. A minbak is a private home in which the family has rooms to let out to travelers. A minback is typically inexpensive, but things that you take for granted in a motel (hot water, cleanliness, private bathrooms, etc.) can all be wildcards in a minbak! Fortunately, mine was excellent. I had a private room with a large bathroom and hot water. For $20 a night, it was very clean and quiet and had a fantastic, in-your-face view of the old volcanic crater Seongsan Ilchulbong, which means “sunrise peak.”
I got myself settled and then headed out for lunch at a nearby restaurant. I ate ddeokbokki--rice cakes cooked in a spicy red sauce with a hard boiled egg, ramyeon noodles, and processed fish, with side dishes of kimchi and pickled radishes, of course. Yum! After lunch I walked around the little village. Down on the black sand beach, I was lucky enough to see some of Jeju-do’s famous haenyeo, women who dive for sea creatures for a living. It’s a long tradition on Jeju-do and Korea’s other islands, but it’s dying out. Today, there are about 3,000 haenyeo in Korea. They wear wetsuits, masks, and fins and carry a basket for their catch. Some can hold their breath for up to 2 minutes and dive up to 20 meters. Some haenyeo continue to dive well into their 70s. I watched the women for a while but didn’t take any pictures because it seemed somewhat intrusive.This is near the area where I saw the haenyeo. Looking one direction toward Seongsan Ilchulbong:
And looking the other toward Udo, "Cow Island," on the horizon:
From the beach I walked along to Seongsan Harbor and bought a ferry ticket to Udo (“Cow Island”), just off Jeju-do’s northeast coast. There was a line of people waiting at the dock, so I got in it. When the boat was ready to be loaded, I handed the man my ticket, and he told me I was at the wrong dock, that my boat was two docks over. I walked over there to see my boat pulling away. I went back to the ticket counter. They told me I could take the next ferry, but then I would have only had one hour on Udo before I’d have to catch the last ferry of the day back to Jeju-do. It wasn’t worth it, so I got a refund for my ticket and walked back to the minbak.On my way to the minbak, I saw this road sign, which made me laugh. You'd better have a ferry if you're planning to go to Goseong by driving straight from there!
I was extremely sore and very tired, despite the 10 and a half hours of sleep I got the night before, so I lay down on the bed to rest my aching muscles. The next thing I knew, I woke up, and it was 7 PM! Now I’m eating some dinner, and I plan to go bed early. Tomorrow’s plan: climb Seongsan Ilchulbong and watch the sunrise from the top, then attempt Udo again.
I made it to the ¾ point in about 3 hours. The trail was pretty gradual at that point. (All the dry bushes along the trail are magenta azaleas. It must be brilliant in spring.)
If you don't leave the ¾ point by 12:30 PM, they don’t let you continue to the summit.
I took a brief break for some food and water and continued on my way. The sign said it was another hour and a half walk to the top.
I made it in an hour exactly, but it was a difficult and steep climb in some places. The trail was covered with ice and snow most the way and would have been near impossible without my “eye exam.” The parts of the trail that weren’t covered in white had perilous, unavoidable, and sometimes invisible patches of black ice or large lava rocks.
Near the top, the snow on the trail decreased, and rather than a trail, there was a much more manageable, though steep wooden staircase to the summit.
I made it to the summit and the end of the 9.6 km trail a little after 11 AM.
There was an almost 360° view of the island, though clouds obscured part of the view. The most striking scene was looking down into the snow-filled bowl and ice-covered lake inside the crater.
There were several people up there when I arrived, but I was ahead of the majority of the crowds, and it was quite peaceful at the top. Looking back on it now, it’s amazing to think that at that moment, no one in the entire country was higher than I was—except for maybe someone else at the summit who was taller than I am. I didn’t pay attention.
I headed down at the same time as two other solo hikers. The top of the trail was really steep and slick, so we were going very slowly and got talking as we went. Both men were about in their 40s. One was also climbing Hallasan for the first time. The other had apparently climbed it several times and knew a lot about it. Mr. Lee, who was climbing it for the first time, spoke a reasonable amount of English. The other man didn’t seem to, so Mr. Lee translated what he was saying about the mountain for me. The three of us walked about ⅓ of the way down the mountain together. Then the other man decided he wanted to walk a little faster and left when Mr. Lee and I stopped at a shelter for a water break.
My favorite hat, a present from Aunt Mary Ellen, almost met its death on this trail. I would have cried!
Let's try this again . . .
Another pretty shot of the opposite side of the valley we were walking down. Apparently this valley has an important legend or something to it. I wish I could tell you more.
I ended up walking the whole way down with Mr. Lee. Like Mi-jin and In-shil yesterday, he was eager to practice English, and I really enjoyed the conversation and company. His wife and two sons live in the city of Pusan in the southeastern part of the Korean peninsula, but he’s a chemist in a paint company in Seoul in the northwestern part of the peninsula, so he’s a long-distance commuter, living in Seoul during the week and Pusan on the weekends. He enjoyed telling me about Korean history, culture, politics, language, and even some folktales about Hallasan.
From there it was another 4 km to the bus stop. We stopped briefly at a small temple at the base of the trail. The entrance had rows of lava rock Buddha statues lining the walkway.
We also stopped at one of Jeju-do’s “mysterious roads,” on which a car in neutral appears to roll uphill. As we walked along the mysterious road, several cars were there trying it out. I have to admit, it was an awfully convincing illusion. Even when I got down to eye-level with the road, the cars looked for all the world like they were rolling uphill on their own. That's Mr. Lee on the right side of the photo. Unfortunately, it's the only picture I have of him, but it's kind of funny because that's pretty much the view I had of him the whole way down the mountain. He walked ahead of me and set the pace, so I only occasionally caught glimpses of the side of his head!
The rock says Shinbiui-doro--Mysterious Road.
Mr. Lee had to take the bus back to Jeju City in the north to catch a plane back home, and I had to take the bus back to Seogwipo City in the south, where I had left my things in my motel room. He helped me read the bus schedule to make sure I was in the right place, which made me laugh because we were at the only bus stop in the middle of nowhere, and only one bus stops there, but it was still very thoughtful of him to make sure I knew where I was going. Then he crossed the street. Five minutes later, his bus came, and in a minute or two, mine came, and after spending the day walking together, we were headed in opposite directions across this little island.
The scale on the map is a little off. The roads for the bus routes should be a little farther east. In total, I hiked about 22 km today.
As the plane approached Jeju-do, the view was quite beautiful—crystal clear blue waters, green fields, and I could see Hallasan, the long-extinct volcano and South Korea’s tallest mountain, towering from the center of the island and through the clouds. 
I didn’t have any checked baggage, so as soon as I got off the plane, I was set. I stopped at the tourist information booth in the airport for a map of the island. I decided that my first destination would be Mara-do, a tiny island south of Jeju-do and the southernmost point in South Korea. To get there, I’d have to take a ferry from the little village of Daejeong on the southwest corner of the island. I took a bus down to that region and then a taxi to the ferry terminal, but when I got there, the man at the ferry terminal said the ferries weren’t running that day because the water was too rough. It was a crystal clear blue, sunny day, but it was very windy, and even though I was disappointed, one look at the waves reminded me of my stomach’s aversion to boats, and I didn’t feel too bad about not being on one today.
First I visited Sanbangsa, the temple at the base of the mountain. 
Then I walked up the pathway to a natural grotto halfway up the mountain, turning around periodically to soak in the beautiful view of the coast behind me.
The grotto at the end of the path has been made into the temple Sanbanggulsa. It has an altar and a pool to catch the water that seeps down from the ceiling. Supposedly, the water is medicinal, so I took a drink. I was surprised by how cold it was since it wasn’t a very cold day.
Then I walked back down the path and all the way to the Yongmeori Coast. There were a couple brilliant yellow fields of rape flowers, a.k.a. canola, with lots of other camera-laden tourists. Below the fields was a replica of Hendrick Hamel's ship and museum detailing the first European encounter in Korea. 
In 1653, Hendrick Hamel and 36 surviving crew members from the Netherlands were shipwrecked at about this spot and were forced to remain in Korea for the next 13 years. In 1666, 8 men, including Hamel, stole a boat and escaped to Japan and then returned home to the Netherlands. The Korean portrayal of the encounter was much different, however. The exhibits in the museum talked about how the men enjoyed their lives doing manual labor in Korea’s vegetable fields. It did admit, however, that when the Korean government transported them from Jeju Island to Seoul, they had to restrain them for fear that they might try to seize the boat during the journey.
Then we walked across the bridge that goes over the gorge that the waterfall is in.
From the bridge, there was a great view of Hallasan in the distance.
At the waterfall park, we saw some of the stone grandfather figures that are all over Jeju Island. Supposedly, if you touch the grandfather’s nose, your first child will be a boy. Mi-jin and In-shil thought this was great, but I wasn’t so sure. At their insistence, I touched his nose, but I’m just superstitious enough to wonder if that was a good idea. As you can see, I really wasn't so sure about touching his nose.
From the Cheonjeyeon waterfall, we drove to the Jungmun resort area and walked along this beautiful, pristine, sandy beach.
It was so windy that walking was a little difficult at times, and sand would periodically be blown up into our faces.
After walking along the beach, we stopped at a lookout where the final scene of the popular Korean movie Swiri was filmed.
Here's our version:
We walked back up through a kumquat orchard next to one of the resorts . . . and sampled a few. Yum.
After the Jungmun resort area, we continued to the Jusangjeollidae rock formations where I came across the strangest sea creature I've ever seen.
The Jusangjeollidae rock formations are columns of hardened lava rock that have a hexagonal shape because of how quickly the lava cooled and hardened when it plummeted into the sea.
From there we stopped at a huge temple called Yeokcheonsa.
We went inside, and Mi-jin and In-shil taught me the correct way to bow.
Then we walked around the temple grounds, which are covered in groves of citrus trees.
We then drove on to Seogwipo City, pop. 80,000, the second biggest city on Jeju Island and ate dinner together.
Mi-jin and In-shil dropped me off at my motel before they went back north to Jeju City. They thanked me for spending the day with them and allowing them to practice their English. They had never just hung out with a foreigner before. I thanked them for not only giving me a ride but showing me a great day! I was sad to say good-bye. We exchanged email addressses, and I hope I see them again one of these days.
I then walked up to the town center to check the bus schedule for tomorrow and back to my motel for a good night's sleep. It was a fantastic day. Perfect weather. New friends. I have much to be thankful for. Now that it’s 8 PM, though, I’m exhausted and ready to call it a night. Tomorrow I have to get another early start to hike Hallasan, South Korea's highest peak, in the center of the island.
