written Thursday, March 9th
part 3 of 6
Strap yourselves in, pengyous, this is a bit of a long one! But it is a tale that includes questions of alternate, parallel universes and continued shenanigans.
Ganse – the small Jeju pony that marks the beginning, middle, and end of the Jeju Olle trails. The wooden heads of the beginning/middle/end the ganses also include the stamp pads and stamps that we use to track our progress.
Smaller blue ganse outlines also mark the trail, their heads helpfully pointing in the direction we’re meant to walk in. Occasionally, they include extra information on different parts of a trail (like explaining why Al Oreum is called Al Oreum, which is because al means egg in Korean, and people thought that the oreum looked like an egg.)
Alena and I have developed a habit of calling out “Ganseeeeeee!” each time we see a Ganse. It’s exciting, because Ganses are a lot rarer than the small blue/orange trail-marker tags that mark the trail, and generally seeing a Ganse means that we’ve made some significant progress on our walk.
Continue reading 5, 6, 7, Ganse is (in) Heaven
written Monday, March 6th
part 2 of 6
I swear that’s the last time I’ll make this joke…
Sunday, March 5th
Day 3 of mine and Alena’s Jeju Olle walking adventure started with breakfast at our lodgings, also known as the Most Adorable Guesthouse in the World but with a Slightly OCD Owner. (The Slightly OCD Owner had told us, when we checked in, that we couldn’t go to sleep with make-up on because it might rub off on the pillows. Alena and I gestured at our faces and the clothes we’d been wearing for two days straight and were like “What makeup??”)
After breakfast, we took a – GASP – bus ride. Alena and I went off-trail, and rode a bus down to Manjangul Cave, which is a 7km long lava tube (4.35 miles). It was vast, cold, dark, and incredibly, incredibly cool. The sides were lined with these ridges that looked man-made, but was the result of different levels of lava flow in the formation of the tube. We learned that in addition to your standard lava stalactites (icicle-type lava rock things hanging down) and stalagmites (the opposite of stalactites, what happen when stalactites drip down and build up a sand castle or whatever) there are such things as “lava rafts,” “lava mounds,” “lava columns,” “lava balconies,” and “lava toes.”
Continue reading Olly Olly Oxen Three (and Four)
In March, my friend Alena and I walked routes 1-20 of the Jeju Olle trails of South Korea. During our walk, I wrote period email updates for some friends and family…
(part 1 of 6, written Saturday, March 24th)
part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Olly Olly Oxen Free!
Just kidding, that’s a terrible joke.
But I’m currently on Jeju Island in South Korea, walking the Olle Trail with my college friend and former China coworker, Alena!
Thursday, March 2
On Thursday I flew from Shanghai to Jeju, and met up with Alena at Ganse Lounge (ganse means slow or lazy in the Jeju dialect of Korean, which is how you are supposed to walk the trail. We are… sort of doing that) which is the official start of route 18.
Thursday we stayed in Jeju City and picked up some supplies (a water bottle for me, some granola bars and snacks for the walk.) Alena and I are traveling with very similar gear: we both have a 20L blue backpack which we each purchased separately from Decathlon stores in different cities in China; we both have the same puffy jacket from Uni Qlo, also purchased separately from separate cities in China; and we have the same little white case for our tiny first aid kits, origins unknown.
Continue reading The Beginning of Jeju Olle
My name is Mary Behan (that’s pronounced bee-in, get it!? behan abroad!). I’ve previously described myself as “a 60 year old cat lady who likes writing, disguised as a 24 year old getting lung cancer and/or heart disease in China.” This still stands as a fairly accurate description of my life between 2014 and 2017, when I lived in Chengdu, Sichuan for two years, and then in Shanghai for a third year.
Now, I’m throwing myself out into the wild, wild world (aka other parts of China and East Asia, and then who knows) while I avoid adulthood. It’ll be fun. Trust me.