One Wild Week in Jakarta – Part Two

So, while I was nursing an upset tummy, Erik, Brad, and Yuni ventured out to a small jungle in the city. They kindly documented their trips in photos to share with me later that day…

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Afterwards Erik said it was a nice green space and it really made him want to travel outside the city limits to other parts of Java (the island Jakarta is on) as well as to other places in Indonesia, like Bali or the thousand islands. Unfortunately our travel outside of the city on this trip was restricted by two things: Eid al-Fitr festivities and Erik’s job.

As mentioned in Part One, for Eid muslims go back to their home cities to spend time with family (a practice known as “mudik”). What this means in Jakarta is that there is a mass exodus to the countryside, where many of it’s workers and students were born and raised. What it meant for us was that buses out of the city were fully booked. But even if we had gotten a seat, the trip might not have been worth it. Due to the volume of traffic, trips to either end of the island can take days. Yuni recalled a trip where the bus only stopped once every twelve hours (my bladder would have exploded!) and Brad, who had travelled with Yuni to her home in East Java on a previous trip, told us he and Yuni got hungry while sitting on the bus (which was stuck in traffic) so Yuni hopped off to go find food. Brad was worried the bus would drive away without her, but traffic was moving so slowly she made it back with no trouble at all! 

The second barrier to travel is Erik’s job as a U.S. soldier. The Army restricts where it’s soldiers are able to travel for leisure as a safety measure. There are many parts of Indonesia, including many regions in Java, that currently have security issues due to civil disputes (such as the contentious conflict in West Papua which you can read about here and in-depth here) and incidents of terrorism. There was a terrorist attack in Jakarta in January of this year (five men allied to ISIS detonated a series of bombs near Sarinah shopping centre), however since then security in the city has really been stepped up. There are police and security guards posted to every major public area and entrances to shopping centres and tourist sites are tightly controlled (metal detectors, bag checks, the works!). So there isn’t really too big a concern in Jakarta. However security is less stringent in smaller cities and more rural areas. For instance, while we were in Jakarta there was a suicide bomber that attacked a police post in Surakarta (a.k.a. Solo, about 10 hours east of Jakarta) but thankfully no one was killed. Given the attacks in TurkeySaudi Arabia, and elsewhere during Ramadan this year, we were thankful for the peace in Jakarta. We also got to witness one of the antiterror rallies while we were in the city, but more on that later.

Anyway, as much as we wanted to explore more of Java, it just wasn’t in the cards for us this time around. On the upside, we had a couple days of exploring Jakarta without having to manage bad traffic or crowds!

Catching a Firebug

For those of you that know Erik and I, you’ll be aware that one of our favourite pastimes is playing games – especially those that involve strategy and problem-solving. So, when “escape rooms” were created we were instantly hooked. You can imagine our excitement when we found out Jakarta has their own escape facility, called Jakarta Escape Hunt, and Yuni and Brad were willing to tackle one of their rooms with us!

We took on the “Explosion in the Kitchen” case, which we had one hour to solve. The case involved a series of explosions in kitchens across Jakarta and four key suspects: a policeman, a fireman, a gardener, and a photographer. Given my sworn oath to not reveal secrets about the room, I can’t give you any more details than that, but I can say this was the BEST escape room Erik and I have ever done (if you’re thinking “should I book a flight to Jakarta to do this escape room?”, the answer is a resounding “Yes, yes you should!”). The rooms/props were excellent, the plot was coherent, the clues were creative, and the puzzles were very challenging. In addition, the English instructions were just as clear as the Bahasa ones. We did not end up solving the case within the allotted hour, however we were graciously given an extra ten minutes (I think the staff person could see how eager we were to solve it on our own) and successfully closed the case! 

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Our rag-tag group of detectives celebrates a late win!

Eid al-Fitr Begins!

On July 5th, the Indonesian government announced that Eid al-Fitr (in Bahasa called “Idul Fitri”) would begin the following night. Since Erik and I had arrived in Jakarta, the nights of Ramadan had been boisterous – people visiting street vendors to break their fast and socialize, attending prayers, and setting off fireworks across the city. However, the night of Eid al-Fitr featured celebration on another level: the streets were filled with people who were singing, dancing, and feasting and the fireworks, which were grander, did not cease. We decided to take in the sights from the top of the city, at Skye Bar.

The drinks we ordered, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, were delicious and the appetizers were scrumptious. Sitting inside the restaurant area of Skye Bar we had a lovely view of the city below us. We even got to take in a slightly disturbing sight: a building burning to the ground! At first we were concerned it might have been arson (or worse, a bombing) but as it did not become headline news we now believe it was likely a firework gone astray that started the blaze and that no one was injured in the fire.

On the way back home that night we had another brief scare. A group of individuals on motorcycles, many masked, rode by carrying a large white flag with black Arabic script (a “shahadda”, or witness statement) and a rifle crossed with a sword on it. Some were also carrying guns (these may have just been wooden, we’re not sure) and were shouting “Allahu akhbar!” with a megaphone (which means “God is Great” in Arabic). This is a common refrain said by all Muslim people (much like Christian people saying “Amen!”), however it is also a refrain that has been (wrongfully) invoked by terrorists who claim to be acting in defense of Islamic faith when they are committing atrocities. Both Erik and I immediately tensed up, the scene conjuring terrible images we’ve all seen on the news.

Fortunately Yuni was there to alleviate our concern. She explained that the group was participating in a peaceful, anti-terror protest in response to the recent bombings in the Middle East and Central Java. These protests happen often in Indonesia, and understandably so. Indonesians want to live in a secure country and they do not want the name of Allah or the Islamic faith associated with acts of terror. After receiving the explanation I immediately felt a swell of gratitude for the motorcycle crew (whom I then realized were masked not to obscure their identities, but to protect themselves from masuk angin, and were carrying those props to symbolize their defense of their country and faith, not to intimidate bystanders) – their protest delivered a message to fellow Indonesians that, on this joyous occasion, there was no place for violence and no need for fear: Indonesians would stand in solidarity for peace and security. We returned home and fell asleep to the sounds of celebration and crackling fireworks.

From the Dutch Quarter to Ancol Beach

Our last day in Jakarta was highly eventful. We started with a trip to the historic Dutch quarter of Jakarta, Kota. Kota is where the Dutch set up the headquarters of their East India Company (a trading company) in the 17th century and laid claim to a land they called “Batavia”. Many of the old company and government buildings around a central town square have been preserved as museums. Unfortunately due to the holiday, the museums were closed. However, this did not stop the street markets from opening and throngs of people were out to enjoy the sights and sounds Kota still has to offer.

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After Kota, we headed for the Jakarta Fair held at Jakarta International Expo. Due to the heat, and the fact that I had not had quite enough to eat or drink that day, my blood sugar dropped soon after we arrived and I had a bit of a faint. Fortunately my friends responded quickly, getting me some yummy food to eat and water to drink. Lesson learned: when travelling for long periods in tropical climates pack lots of water and Jess-friendly energy bars!

After I was up and moving around again we did some browsing amongst the hundreds of vendors present at the Fair. There were food and drink stands, clothing, electronic, household goods, and toy vendors, as well as many displays for new cars, motorbikes, and state-of-the-art technologies. A lot of vendors were offering deal prices or discounts with coupons. I was happy to finally find Erik a batik shirt he likes (he wears it often even after leaving Jakarta, so I’d say it was a victory!) and Erik was happy to spend time in the off-brand lego section with Brad. The Fair also features a variety of entertainment such as live music and fashion shows and runs from mid-June through mid-July every year, so if you ever happen to be in Jakarta during this timeframe I would definitely recommend checking it out!

Our last stop for the day was Ancol Beach, which is along the northern coastline of Jakarta and is a popular area for tourists. Ancol Beach is home to hotels, a shopping mall, outdoor theme park, water park, aquarium, and many restaurants. We were headed to Bandara Djakarta, a famous seafood restaurant. The restaurant operates much like a fish market in Korea: you first choose the seafood you would like to eat out of tanks (the seafood is still alive) and then you pass it off to a kitchen where chefs prepare it for you, fresh! I chose to have steamed crab and Erik had some sort of Indonesian fish, fried. Yuni and Brad had fried prawns and calamari along with a grilled fish. All of the food was absolutely delicious and served in beautiful surroundings. There were multiple seating options – you could sit at long tables in the main room where there was a live musical performance, along the edges of the restaurant with ocean views, or in between these two areas in tiny huts suspended above waterways with fish and turtles swimming in them. We were happy to be given the hut option, where we entertained by the creatures swimming below us!

After dinner we took some time to walk around the beach area. There are many lit up displays (a viking ship, flowers, various animated characters, etc.) and convenience stalls along the way where you purchase refreshments. We took some photos with the displays (also took a number of photos with random Indonesians, at their request) and the boys bought ice cream. There was also a dock area where you could rent a boat with a driver for a romantic cruise around the harbour. The boatmen tried to lure us in, but we were satisfied with our view from the shoreline. We didn’t actually go as far as the public swimming area, however I don’t know that I would recommend getting in the water at Ancol Beach (locals advise against it). There is quite a lot of garbage floating in the water and apparently a good mix of toxic chemicals that flow in from surrounding rivers. However, it is a nice place to walk around in, especially at night when a cool breeze comes off the water.

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The next morning, after a big thank you to our lovely hosts, hugs, and fond farewells, Erik and I departed bright and early for the airport. We expect this is not the last we will see of Indonesia – there are still many more regions and islands left for us to explore!

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The lights of Jakarta at sunset on a stormy night.

Blueberries & Lavender

As I often rave to anyone who will listen, Erik and I are staying in one of the most beautiful parts of Korea: northern Gangwon Province. Here, there are places where the green space and mountains stretch uninterrupted as far as the eye can see. As the lingering scent of the Spring cherry blossom trees fades, brilliant red, pink, yellow and white blooms crowd onto bushes and refill the air with new, enticing smells.

In the summer, the farm fields in our regions are a lush green and contain cabbage, peppers, rice, salads, and root vegetables. In July, blueberry bushes burst with fruit and apricot trees (used as a windbreak for rice fields) drop golden orbs along the roadside. I often come home with fistfuls of apricots I’ve collected from the ground during my runs.

On one beautiful Sunday afternoon in July Erik and I made a trip to a local blueberry farm run by a group of really friendly and generous women. The women encouraged us to fill our two baskets with as many berries as they could hold and to snack on the blueberries as we worked. Their farm was lovely and I was thrilled to find out the blueberry farms here are totally organic and helping to sustain local honey bee populations (as evidenced by the many fluffy, buzzing companions we saw out in the fields!). We shared some of our haul with Erik’s co-workers and the rest went into a blueberry-peach crumble (which we successfully baked using a gas stove and cast iron pan – we’re learning to work around our lack of an oven here!).

Later that day (and still wiping blueberry stains from the corners of our mouths) we pulled into the parking lot of the nearby Hani Lavender Farm. Guests are welcomed into the estate by a low picket fence, greenery, and stone statues that edge the path to an airy country shop and tearoom. We browsed through the items for sale, many of which are made onsite using the flowers and herbs that grow on the property.

Outside we were greeted by a stunning view. The farm is positioned on one side of a valley, its fields of green and purple slope down a gentle hill. In the distance are picturesque pension houses and beyond those are arching mountains. Over all of this fluffy white clouds floated lazily across the brilliant blue sky. A group of quails scuttled down one of the dirt laneways trying to escape the hot sun. Walking through the farm we enjoyed the many shady, secluded areas landscaped with flowers, sculptures, and benches and our noses were delighted with smells of lavender, sage, and rosemary that hung heavy in the air. Although much of the lavender had already been harvested (peak growing season is in early to mid-June) the farm was still beautiful and full of colour. At the far end of the property is a tree stand with campsites that can be rented out, complete with washrooms and running water. The farm even has their own equipment for making essential oils, which you can purchase from the shop.

To beat the heat, I purchased a delicious lavender lemonade and Erik indulged in a lavender ice cream from the teashop. We decided to sit outside on the vintage-style, ornate white patio furniture and enjoy the views some more. Unfortunately, the furniture turned out to legitimately vintage (complete with rusty joints) and as Erik plunked down onto one of the folding chairs it immediately collapsed beneath him. Slightly embarrassed but with ice cream intact Erik was quickly reseated (in a sturdier chair that we tested out first) and happily gobbling down his lavender treat. Overall, a very relaxing and successful day!

Note: The Hani Lavender Farm has a big festival each year in June but we had missed it due to Erik’s work commitments and travel abroad. I was actually happier to see the farm following the festival because there were still many flowers and herbs in bloom but we didn’t have to push through crowds of people to enjoy them! If you are interested in attending the festival (which features live music, crafts, and demonstrations) more information is available on the Visit Korea website.

I Survived the Jindo Miracle Sea Road

Okay, straight out of the gate – the title of this post is a tad sensationalist. But this story does feature unexpected twists, turns, and a little Korean drama thrown in for good measure (if you want to skip some of the drama, jump right to “About the Miracle Sea Road Festival” below). So buckle your seatbelts ladies and gents – I’m about to transport you to the Isle of Jin (“do” means island) and the Miracle Sea Road Festival of 2016.

Last month Erik’s Eomeoni (mother) came to South Korea for a visit. While she was here on the east coast we showed her around the region and took her to see the DMZ (saving this experience for a later post, since I’ll be making multiple trips into different areas near the DMZ over the next little while). We also spent some time in Seoul with her and we booked a trip down to Jindo, an island off the southwest corner of South Korea, to experience their Miracle Sea Road Festival. Imo and Imobu decided to come with us, with Imobu offering to drive. So on the Thursday before leaving for Jindo, Erik, his mom, and I all bussed to Seoul to spend the night at Imo and Imobu’s.

The drama started almost immediately. That night we had been invited to Eomeoni’s cousin’s house for dinner. The first issue was my relationship with Erik – or rather, our living arrangements. Older generations of Koreans are still pretty traditional and expect that when you’re young you date in a very PG manner (even hand-holding in front of elders is frowned upon), get engaged, get married, then you move in together (out of your parents homes), and make babies, etc. I don’t mean to blow older Koreans out of the water, but Korean youth are really challenging these expectations. They might be PG in front of their parents, but I’ve both seen and heard of things Koreans in their late teens/early twenties get into with their significant others and it goes way beyond hand-holding or kissing in public. Others are just blatantly trumping the status quo and leaving home young, living alone, or living with a partner. But I digress…

Anyway, we’re sitting in Imo’s living room and Eomeoni and Imo say they need to have a talk with us because we need to get our (read: Erik and I) story straight. The plan is to pretend we don’t live together, we’re just dating. Erik lives out east and I live in Seoul with my older, female cousin (who also lives with her Korean boyfriend out of wedlock, but we weren’t to mention that). Erik visits me sometimes and stays at Imo’s house. This night was our “date night” so Imo had asked me to come along to dinner with the family. This plan didn’t really sit right with Erik or me. We can both appreciate and respect the Korean way of doing things, but the fact is neither of us is really Korean – Erik’s an American and I’m a Canadian. In North America, it would be considered socially unacceptable to be 26 and 30 years of age and still living at home, especially if we had been together for almost two years like we have. We were willing to go along with it, but grudgingly.

Enter issue two: I had a work meeting starting at 10:30 pm that night (ah, the joys of working transcontinentally!) and I was super tired. We had gotten up at dawn that morning to head to Seoul with Erik and I had slept poorly the night before. So before joining a meeting where I was expected to do the majority of reporting (a good chunk on budget, too) I needed a nap. It looked like we weren’t going to be back from the cousin’s until 9 or 10, so I got nervous I wouldn’t have time to catch any shut-eye. Erik’s mom said I could just nap at her cousin’s place, but I felt really uncomfortable with that idea (I’d never even met this person before!) so I decided to stay at Imo’s and rest. Of course, there was back and forth on this decision, there was some additional confusion about a coffee request (it wasn’t considered safe for me to walk down the block to grab a coffee before the meeting), and I ended up eating lettuce and granola bars for dinner, but the important thing is I eventually got some sleep and the meeting went well later that night. All this to say, the weekend started off on rocky footing for me in regards to family interactions.

Getting to Jindo

Friday morning rolls around and we’re up early. For a second day, I’m running on limited sleep (maybe 5 hours) but I take it like a champ and arm myself with coffee as we all clamber into the car for the 5 hour drive to Jindo. The drive down was pretty uneventful but the scenery was nice – cherry blossoms were in full bloom everywhere. Jindo itself is gorgeous (arguably like much of Korea). It has rolling green mountains with farmers fields nestled down in their valleys, streets lined with flowering trees, and long stretches of natural coastline. 

The first pension (an apartment that you can rent out for vacation stays) we stayed in was located on a mountainside overlooking a harbour (see photos above). The location was breathtaking and after we had unpacked the owner kindly took us for an SUV ride up over the mountain and through his groves of flowering bushes planted on the other side. Erik and I couldn’t wait to go for a morning run around the area (little did we know, this run would never come to pass!). This was in the late afternoon (about 4:00 pm) and we intended to make it to the Miracle Sea Road Festival for that evening’s crossing at 6:00 pm. But first, we needed to get dinner so we headed to a nearby fish market in Jindo-eup (Jin Island Town). Here began a round of indecisiveness and some bickering (Which fish would we buy? How much was it? Did we really want to pay that much? Should we eat elsewhere?) which lasted a good thirty minutes. This type of thing is pretty standard: 1) Imo and Eomeoni are sisters, and bicker like sisters; 2) They’re both Korean, and Koreans haggle like nobody’s business; 3) When older Koreans argue it can sound pretty heated, and there’s a lot of gesturing, even if it’s not a big deal. Suffice it to say, it was making me anxious so I took a breather outside while they worked things out inside. By the time we sat down it was ten to five. When the fish arrived, about 5:15 (you can see our delicious octopus in the video below – you have to chew it a lot before swallowing or you can choke and die). By the time we left, it was almost 6:00 and it was a twenty minute drive to the festival spot. I knew at this point we were going to miss the crossing, so I was a bit cranky. Add cranky to anxious and not well-rested and… Well, those of you who know me can probably guess where this is headed.

We arrived at the festival. It was super busy, so finding parking was tough. We drove around the parking lot more times than I cared to count. We were very late. Like 6:45, the sun is going down, late. We missed the road, and the crossing, altogether. I was deeply disappointed but holding it together until Erik’s Imobu said “I think we missed it – how did we miss it?!” (or something to that effect). As a preface to this next bit, Erik and I had been talking about the crossing schedule literally for weeks with Imo and Imobu. All through that day we kept reminding them (in Korean) of the crossing time so we wouldn’t miss it. So Imobu’s astonishment was the straw that broke my back. I brashly talk-shouted at him “We told you when the crossing tonight was! It was at 6:00! Of course we missed it!” and I storm-walked off. We decided to “explore” the festival grounds for the next half hour, but separately. So Erik and I took our leave and I had a good cry/vent. This had been building for a while. I’ve done my best to keep up with Erik, and his family, and the language barrier, and the cultural gap – but that night it got the better of me. I was worried that I might have ruined things with Imobu, but Erik said it was okay – apparently his aunt and uncle think I’m “eccentric” anyway so this little outburst would just further that deduction. (Note: It’s not that they dislike me – they think I’m intelligent, kind, and hard-working – they just aren’t used to young women who are assertive here, who like to pay for themselves, or who have food allergies and repeatedly have to say no or turn down food-related offers. It’s strange to them, but I’m okay with that.)

That night we drove back to the pension, ate a bunch of snacks and drank a little Hongju (a red-coloured, rice-and-ginseng liquor that is native to Jindo – it’s 40% alcohol and I gagged with one sip; “not my style” as our neighbour Woonshik likes to say!). There was talk and laughter, so I figured I was in the clear. Erik and I agreed that the next time the situation was getting heated I would just walk away and let his family sort it out.

ANYWAY, because we missed the Friday night crossing, Erik, Eomeoni, and I decided to catch the Saturday morning crossing. The crossing would start at 5:50 AM but first we needed to get our crossing gear, so we needed to be up at 4:00 AM and in a cab by 4:30. Another early start for Jess!

About the Miracle Sea Road Festival

If you didn’t click on the link at the top of this post, you’re probably wondering “what is this crossing you speak of?”, “why do you need gear?”, and “what the heck is this festival actually about?” The Jindo Miracle Sea Road Festival began in 1978 and happens once per year to celebrate a mythical phenomenon where the tide off the coast off the island goes out so far that a sand bar is revealed. This sand bar connects Jindo to a smaller island with a town on it called Modo-ri. The stretch between the two is 2.8 km and the tide goes out far enough to reveal the sand bar once per month for a period of days. Apparently the festival did not become popular until the mid-90s when a famous Japanese singer named Dendoyosimi released a hit song called “Jindo Story”, which you can listen to here. Today, literally thousands of Koreans and foreign visitors make their way to Jindo to participate in the festival and associated “crossings”. Each time the tide goes out (early morning and early evening) hundreds of people don rubber hip waders and pick up torches to make their way across the sand bar. A few dozen locals also come armed with digging implements and buckets to harvest as much seafood caught up on the bar as they can (even though the event website specifically asks people not to do this – but really, who is going to tell an ajumeo [older Korean woman] no?).

Use of tools such as hoes and shovels is not allowed during Sea Road experience. Jindo Miracle Sea Road, the state-designated Scenic Site No. 9, is an internationally renowned site preserved by South Korea. Damaging it with tools such as hoes and shovels destroys this global attraction. Please leave such tools at the Storage Center before you participate in the Sea Road experience.
Notice on Jindo Miracle Sea Road Festival website homepage.

The Story of Grandma Ppong

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This statue of Grandma Ppong praying beside a ferocious tiger sits on the shore of Jindo facing out towards Modo-ri.

As with everything in Korea, there is a fantastical story behind the existence of this “sea road”. Way back when, when tigers freely roamed around the southern tip of the Korean peninsula, there lived a woman named Grandma Ppong. Grandma Ppong’s family and friends grew weary of fighting off tigers all the time, so they decided to move to the tiny island of Mo where the tigers couldn’t get them. Unfortunately Grandma Ppong was too old and weary to make the boat trip across the water, so she stayed on the mainland. She became lonely and missed her family terribly, so she began to pray to the King of the Sea (or Buddha, or God, depending on who you ask) to reunite her with her family. One night the King appeared in a dream of Grandma Ppong’s and said her prayers would be answered. The next day the tide went out and the road appeared, allowing her family to make a trip back to the island to see her. Grandma Ppong passed away shortly after but apparently “died without any regrets”. Since this time, the road has appeared once per month to unite the people of Jindo with those of Modo-ri.

Our Miracle Sea Road Crossing

When Erik, Eomeoni, and I arrived at the crossing point (at Hoedong-ri) it was still pitch black and pretty chilly. Our first order of business was to waterproof ourselves, so we wandered up the shoreline road until we found a man opening up a truck full of rubber leggings. After using our cell phones to help him unload boxes and identify our sizes in the dark, we were each outfitted with a pair of flashy orange hip waders which (might I add) were surprisingly comfortable to wear without shoes. Our second of order of business was to feed Erik and caffeinate me. To our delight, GS25 had a tent that opened at 5 AM (GS25 is a popular convenience store chain here – they are literally everywhere) and you better believe they had real beans and made me an americano for breakfast! 

At this point bus loads of people were starting to arrive so we quickly got in line to claim our torches before they ran out. As the crowd grew a group of drummers came out to perform and staff began corralling people onto the steps leading into the water. As we waited for the tide to go out, fireworks were set off. It was really quite spectacular.

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Here’s the thing – the tide was taking a suspiciously long time to go out on this morning. The staff announcers kept delaying us, and I think we ended up starting our crossing about 15 minutes later than expected. If you’re familiar with tides, you’ll know that they tend to go out and come in fairly quickly, so this was strange to me. Anyway, eventually a loud horn went off and the music was cranked up and the crowds of people started off into the sea. 

The first bit off the shoreline was slippery and rocky. Past this, we were about shin-deep in water so it was slow moving for a while. We could see a stretch of the “miracle road” peaking out of the water, but it was about 1.5 km off in the distance. So we trudged along, doing our best to stay up on the sand bar. Every so often a misstep would plunge you off the sand bar into thigh-deep water. Eventually we reached the exposed part of the sand bar. Here ajumeo dug for shellfish and collected seaweed. We actually found a small octopus which we handed off to one very pleased older woman.

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So as we’re walking along I’m noticing groups of people had turned back. In particular, many of the Koreans had only come out about a third of the way and then started to make their way back. We thought this was odd, since we were under the impression that there was a ferry at Modo-ri to bring us back to Jindo. When we’re about four-fifths of the way out to Modo-ri this siren starts to go off on Jindo. We think it’s just part of the celebrations, and keep moving. That’s when the coast guard shows up in little motor boats. They inform us that it’s time to head back to the mainland and to do so quickly. So we turn around like good, law-abiding tourists and we’re walking at a good clip – not good enough, they are yelling at us to run. RUN?! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DAMN FERRY?! 

The tide came in fast. Those boats I took a picture of? They were rising on the horizon – visibly moving upwards with the water. And we are about 40 minutes away from Jindo. We would have been wiser to have just continued onto Modo-ri, but at this point we were thinking that’s not an option, there’s clearly no ferry back to Jindo (which, we quickly surmised, would mean waiting until the tide went out that night to get back or paying a local to use their personal motorboat to transport us back). SO WE RUN.

Now, Erik and I both run for leisure but running with hip waders on and while carrying bags over a rocky sandbar is a challenge. Running with hip waders on while carrying bags in thigh-deep water is a BEAST. How Eomeoni was able to keep up I’ll never know. We didn’t stop to take photos (Erik thought about it, but knew I would have lost it if he stopped running to act on the thought) but visualize me juggling three torches, Erik carrying a bunch of plastic bags at shoulder height (these contained our shoes, my purse, our phones, etc. – he was tallest and therefor at least risk of going under), and Eomeoni holding her purse overhead as we all hustled through the water, fully dressed. In typical Jess fashion, I got my foot stuck under a rock and fell, soaking myself and thoroughly compromising any protection offered by the hip waders. At that point I didn’t even care, I just didn’t want Eomeoni to get swept away by the water if waves started coming in. It was probably hilarious for the many wise Koreans watching from shore as all the foreigners struggle to reach dry land. Scratch that, I know it was hilarious – they literally laughed at us as we hoofed it up onto the shoreline stairs.

After catching our breath, we engaged in dumping water out of our waders, ringing out our socks, and checking our electronics for water damage (none – phew!). Fortunate thing #1: it was sunny out and warming up, so in spite of varying levels of wetness (Jess = drenched; Eomeoni = wet pants; Erik = wet crotch) being out in the air wasn’t terrible. And, having reached 7:30 AM and already having completed a vigorous 5K walk/run in hip waders, we were more than ready for some breakfast. Fortunate thing #2: The Korean food tents were now open for business. So we settled in and had a delicious seafood pancake before heading back to the pension to get Imo and Imobu.

At the pension we showered, put on dry clothes, and then packed up because (I forgot to mention) Imo had only been able to book it for one night so we were moving elsewhere for the rest of our stay (goodbye beautiful coastal run!). Our new digs were in an equally beautiful location, but slightly less ideal on the inside. We went from having a one-bedroom pension with a living room, kitchen, and balcony to a one-room pension (and when you’re experiencing family tension, nothing brings people together like close-quarters, amirite?) Buuuut I didn’t let this dampen my spirits like the sea had dampened my clothes (sorry, couldn’t help myself – writer’s license) because we were headed back to the festival for the day where I would eat more delicious food, pet Jindo puppies, and see Jindo dogs dance. The photos and video below speak for themselves.

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Ullimsanbang House

After we had our fill of the festival, Imo and Imobu suggested we check out the estate of this famous Korean artist, Heo Yu (called Ullimsanbang House). The grounds were certainly pretty and the buildings were in good shape, but after seeing so many “traditional” Korean dwellings it wasn’t anything to write home about. The most interesting part was the museum which housed the artist’s family’s artwork (there has been an artist born into the Yu family every generation since Heo, which is pretty cool) but only Erik and I had enough energy to make it in there. Imo and Imobu were beat, so they sat on a bench outside with Eomeoni. (Photos below – click to enlarge)

Our next stop was the Jindo-eup grocery store. Our plan was to buy some side dishes, meat, and fish or tofu to barbecue back at the pension. We had discussed this plan at length before leaving for the festival that day and we were all on board. But this is when things went south again, all because of the abalone.

Abalone is a type of shellfish. It’s very good when grilled but Erik and I hadn’t had a chance to try any yet in Korea so Erik suggested we buy some abalone to eat with the steak and side dishes. When we inquired at the store we found out that a) abalone is only sold to restaurants in Jindo, so you can only buy in bulk and b) buying abalone in bulk is hella expensive. So the abalone was out. While Imo and Eomeoni were looking over the steak selection, I purchased some tofu for myself (since I don’t eat meat). For some reason things were getting heated between Imo and Eomeoni again. One minute we were in the store, then Imo walked out so we followed. The conversation continued in the car (parked, in the grocery store parking lot), then we got out again, went inside, and Imo and Eomeoni were back over looking at the steak. Then Imo walked out again and it was announced that we were skipping the barbecue and instead going out to eat at a restaurant. At that point everyone in the car was hangry, so the ride to the restaurant and dinner itself was pretty tense. Delicious, but tense.

Back at the pension another debate awaited: should we stay or should we go? Imo and Imobu had had their fill of Jindo, so instead of staying another night and day they debated driving back that night. After much discussion Imo went into the pension to find out if we could get a refund for the room – no cigar. So that decided it. We were all staying, in one tiny room, overnight, together. Suffice it to say the night did not go well so Imo and Imobu departed early Sunday morning to “beat the rush hour traffic” and rest back at home in Seoul. Erik, Eomeoni, and I decided to go back on the train later that day from Mokpo so we could sleep in and see a bit more of Jindo.

Mokpo

As our luck would have it, once we got to Mokpo all the return trains were fully booked (except for standing room on the old school train, which took five hours to reach Seoul from Mokpo – longer than driving). Fortunately Erik and I had Monday off so we decided to book a luxurious hotel room and spend our day exploring Mokpo. It was a great decision. Mokpo was beautiful. We walked along it’s shores, visited the natural history museum, and stayed out late indulging in Korean-Italian (a Korean’s take on Italian) food, drinking red wine, talking, and laughing. The next day we headed back to Seoul on the super fast, super sleek KTX train. It was the perfect way to recover from our Jindo Miracle Sea Road misadventures.

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