We finally made it! I ignored my buckets of sweat as I trudged through the heat to reach the top of one of Jodo’s many archipelagos. The crisp air and consistent breeze helped my friends survive as we encouraged each other to make it to the top. The hike felt long and tedious, and several stops were made to give our feet breaks. At the end of the day, we felt like royalty overseeing the Jodo Islands.
If I remember correctly, birds are significant to, possibly, the islands’ name and shapes? I cannot recall the exact details of what our tour guide explained to us.
About half of an hour passed after we reached the top when I spotted another path above us – of course I wanted to go up! I begged and pleaded the group to follow me but, reasonably enough, few wanted to commit to another hike. Thankfully, my dad offered to accompany me. As exhausted as we were, we had no problem making a spontaneous trip.
I was devastated to leave! I looked forward to visiting Seoul – in particular, Myeongdong! – but did not want to part with the beautiful scenery and crisp air. In the future, I hope that I can travel to Korea for my career but doubt that I can recreate experiences as valuable as the ones I had last summer at the Jodo Islands.