Muui-do

FYI: literally "Muui Island." Pronounced "Moo-ee."

So last week my friend and I decided to take a nice little drive out past the airport island to this wee little island. Only about a 45 minute drive total. Got on this ferry:
You can see the other side to the right; it was about a 5 minute ride (about $30). And here's my wee little car smushed in there:
And the island (bigger than I expected, but still small):
Once there, we drove across it to this amazing beach. Here's my friend:
And us:
And here are little rooms on stilts you can rent for the night. Just a very small room. No beds, only blankets:
So we sat under these umbrellas all day and did a whole lot of nothing:

The weather was absolutely fabulous...not humid, only warm and breezy. We ate lunch:
I know, looks, er, interesting eh? It's good though. Called ice noodles (that block of white you see is iced broth). And of course, a meal isn't complete without kim-chi (fermented cabbage) on the side. I know, again, sounds appetizing, but I love it! It really grows on you.

Then, after a few hours of watching the tide, we decided to eat dinner:

Korean pizza, which is one of my favourite meals here in Korea. It's kind of like a fried pancake with veggies (you can also get it with squid, but I prefer my pizza without arms, thanks).

We watched the sun sink into your part of the world:
Then we decided to mosy on back across the island and make our way home. We arrived at the ferry slip. Time: 8:05pm. The ferry was across the way, docked at the other side. We got out to take a look around, and watched it coming back across the bay. Excellent, thought we. Until it suddenly took a sharp turn, went past us, and kept on motoring on its merry way out to sea. "Um..." I said. "Uhh...." my friend said. We stood watching and hoping for a few minutes, but alas, it was indeed headed out to its mooring for the night. Dang-nabbit! Last ferry at 8pm. We laughed and giggled for awhile and wondered what the heck we were supposed to do. I had only a wee little tank top...no sweater, no nothing. We drove back to our beach and enlisted the help of the restaurant owner who was closing up (we had been his best, and pretty much only, customers for the day). We said the word for "Room," but he thought we said, "Bread." He lead us around and basically told us all stores were closed. He must have thought we were pigs, after sitting and eating all day, and then begging him to find us more bread. We thought he said the rooms were closed, and we were really stuck. Finally, we made ourselves understood, and for about $50 rented this lovely (note sarcasm please) motel room:

That's the bathroom.
Here's the main room:
Nothing like feeling like Alice in Wonderland for a night. It was SO small! And mildewy, and buggy, and no windows, and boiling hot. I kept dreaming we were in a sauna. Ah well, at least we weren't sleeping in the car! Next morning saw us jump in our little vee-hickle, and head back toward home.

All's well that ends well, especially when the morning view from your car window looks like this:

Felt right at home.