While walking around Jeonju Hanok Village, we randomly climbed up a small hillside just for funsies because why not go on a mini-hike in the middle of an Asian summer while the air is pregnant with condensation, ready to pop.
Seriously, if you’re the type that goes on vacations to loaf, lounge, and leisure, don’t travel with us. We don’t feel like we got the most out of our days unless we’re tucking ourselves in with sore, busted bodies at night.
I loved the aerial views we got of the hanok village.
Here’s Henry dreaming of living out here, alone…just a middle-aged man and his kimchi pots.
Chooch recreated his Instagram-famous Gamcheon Culture Village pose from last year.
Anyway, the little hill wasn’t that large so we made it to the top in no time. It was just like a little forest park up there, and we considered just turning around and heading back, but then we saw another set of steps on the other side of the hill, so we took those ones to see where they led, because YOLO or whatever, right?
Do the kids still say that?
Anyway, at the bottom of the steps, we found ourselves outside of the hanok village and next to a road, and across the street was Jaman Mural Village, which was actually on my list of things to see in Jeonju!
Also, Korea and their mural villages. Jesus.
Since the day was so dreary, the mural village was a ghost town, although there was this group of tourists, who we think were German, that we kept running into and they were getting on Henry’s nerves for some reason.
We happened upon this food stand which was featured on Korean Englishman (one of our favorite YouTubers). They sell waffle-wrapped bibimbap but tragically, we were all still too full from our lunch to try one! #ANGONYFACEEMOJI
I tried to coax Henry into buying one just so I could have a bite but even Trashcan Stomach had reached his food intake limit, can you ever believe it.
FUCK I WANT ONE OF THOSE RIGHT NOW.
It started raining so we dipped into the closest cafe and it was so quaint! The older woman running it was very sweet and it was a comfortable refuge from the downpour. There were two high school-aged girls sitting near us, giggling like….well, school girls. I loved it. Chooch was obsessed with this book by Neil Patrick Harris so he was happy to have an opportunity to relax and get some reading in.
The Maybe Germans walked by while we were inside and Henry was so angry.
The rain died down after 30 minutes or so and we continued our exploration of the village. Chooch found a cat almost immediately and then I became with these fruit-things, which Henry’s phone said might be guava.
If so, I’m no longer obsessed.
Guava and I just aren’t friends. I don’t mind guava flavored things but the actual fruit can go kindly fuck itself.
Jaman Mural Village is built into a steep hillside so the views were sweeping no matter where you stood.
This little path was so steep and my backpack kept threatening to topple me over backward.
When Chooch and I posed for this, I bitched because I wanted Chooch to do the same pose as me….
…so he did, but then he called me a crybaby. WHATEVER, IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY TRIP NOT HIS.
Random Edward Scissorhands mural.
This cafe though!!! I wish it wasn’t closed that day.
You never when you’re going to turn a corner in Korea and find yourself in front of some historical monument from an ancient dynasty.
It never gets old.
Me, my iced Americano, and the Imokdae memorial.
And then more murals of Western pop stars…
While on the hillside, we also stumbled upon a lady running a balloon-dart game, which Chooch sucked at and only managed to get a small prize, which was some strange stuffed cartoon carp.
I BET YOU THINK THIS JEONJU IS CLOSED NOW. Well, you’re wrong. Get out your bookmark because the Neverending Story, Part Korea continues tomorrow with (probably) one last Jeonju recap, and then FINALLY I can start telling you about our day at Lotte World, a/k/a Korea’s Disneyworld. It was quite an experience.