It's virtually impossible to talk about Mara Island without Jajangmyun (자장면), black bean paste noodle. If it were not for a television commercial for a Korean cellphone carrier in 1998, the Island would never have welcomed this many visitors whose ultimate mission is to eat Jajangmyun somewhere among a dozen of Jajangmyun restaurants on the tiny treeless island. The plot was clever. In the middle of the ocean near Mara Island, pretty much nowhere, a delivery man on a boat desperately cries out on his cellphone, "Who ordered Jajangmyun here?". It embodied that the company's service was available even in the southernmost tip of the country and it became a big hit that soon everyone was imitating the idiotic expression and the phrase as a joke.
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| from the deck trying to hold the sea-sickness! |
First, I walked around the Island to throw off the sickness. It was a beautiful sunny day in the company of my new friend Jung-hee, a 39 year-old mother of three children. We took a stroll up and down the hill along the wobbly outline of the Island and she told me about her life back home. It was an awfully lovely story about her kids, her husband who she's still passiontely in love with, her 2-year-old country life. By the way, you would have never guessed she was only 5 years younger than my mom when you first meet her. Despite the age difference, I felt extremely comfortable hearing her stories that I couldn't decide whether I wish I had an older sister like her or I wish my mom would talk to me like she does. By the time she finished her stories from her 20s and 30s and even touched up on her unashamed expectations about the 40s which she was entering in 3 days, we were back to the starting point after a complete tour around the island. Since there isn't really much to see besides the dramatic wave shattering coastline, it took us about only an hour.
Feeling a lot better, Jung-hee and I asked around which restaurant is good and walked into one of the many "Who ordered Jajangmyun here?" restaurants. Under the clear-colored plastic canopy, we were seated by a group of happy old couples whom I assumed to have had come in one of those big bulky tour buses. Hellos were exhanged and itineraries were compared. Then, as the conversation got more personal, out of the blue, we were poor student backpackers who had not eaten properly for 10 days. I was confused but I let Jung-hee go on and eventually realized it was her harmless trick. The already-touched grandparents got only more curious and we hid our mischievous smiles and carried on with even more pitiful story. By the time the much-waited Jajangmyun arrived, we were laughing helplessly with two full bags bean-paste-bread and plump oranges that the old couples left for us.
Jajangmyun on Marado was modest. It wasn't too good nor too bad that it was just as it should be. I heard some people were saying it is rather terrible or way below one's expectation but I think it all depends on which restaurant you go to. It's fun to just try anything that comes into your sight as well but if you want to have a satisfying lunch, make sure to ask around. I don't remember the name of the restaurant I went in exactly, but It was almost in the last end off the crowded Jajangmyun restaurants circle. The seafood in the sauce was of course much more fresh than what we would get outside and the hand-made noodles had a bit of chewy texture. The price was even modestly 5,000 won that we don't even feel too much about it.
The ungodly sea-sickness didn't torture me on my way back as I tried to fall asleep in my seat instead of taking the hassle of going out in the deck and getting slapped by the wind just go get some fresh air. I got back at around 1 pm which was perfect to hit another Olle route till the sunset!
The essence of life on a small island
The vibrant green of the young barley field is pretty much all there is on Gapa Island which didn't get the title of the southernmost tip of the Peninsula just by 15-minute-long-boat ride distance. Though Gapa Island doesn't offer any grandiose special meal as Mara Island does with Jajangmyun, there is something intimate and pleasant about the Island. If you tread through the massive barley fields, at least one Korean on the same path will talk about their childhood. The barley field is so nostalgic to many older Koreans whose childhood was often obssessed with the idea of not having to eat barley once family gets rich. Barley was the symbol of poverty. The green barley fields with gold glits fed the generations who worked so hard for the country and sent their kids to college eventually to not only shed the title of poverty but also carefully enjoy the wealth that came with their graying hair.
Besides the reminiscing tourists who would excitedly talk about how they grinded barley, there is a sheer beauty that could be enjoyed in this field. Though you can't, unfortunately, rustle through the field because there is a designated path you are allowed to tread on without damaging the barley, the image of soon-to-be gilded field is heart warming.

I was with a couple of other friends that day and as we walk along the island (which takes less than 1 hour) we started talking to some local people there. They all had deeply furrowed foreheads and their wrinkles got darker on their tanned skin as they smiled. We could tell that they had lived there for the most of their lives or at least they have not been to the mainland Korea many times. Soon we found out that one of the old men, who was reticent and rather old-fashioned, was the head of the village. He spoke with the gutty and rhythmic sound of Jeju dialect when he was determined to talk but seemed quite shy for a man of such responsibilities.
As I compliment on the beauty of the island and say it would be nice to live here quietly, he awkardly smiles towards the ocean and says with his hands clasped behind his back, "Unless you catch fish and your hubby works the land, you can't live here. There's nothing else to do nor eat." Then he shyly chuckles and tells me that we young folks will not quite understand what it's like. As if we are looking at a picture book with our grandpa telling us about his quiet life on a small island, there sitting in front of us were a flock of strollers which were left by the women who went to go catch fish for the day.
HOW TO GET THERE
I recommend going to either of the islands in the morning from around 9 am so you come back to Jeju by noon or 1pm and still have time to do something else.
To Marado
To Marado
| Students on field trip flocked at the dock! |
The boat leaves Moseulpo every 30 minute and it takes 30 minutes to get there and come back. There are seats inside though many people prefer to stay out in the balcony to enjoy the view. In my personal opinion, resting in my seat with my eyes closed was very helpful to my sickness.
To Gapado
- They only accept a designated number of people every day so it is important to show up at the Terminal at least by 8:30 to buy tickets for the boat that leaves at 9. If you're booking for a group of people, make sure to bring their personal information such as address and phone number to the Terminal, because it is required to fill out a form to buy tickets. Return boat at 11:30 and the last one, as far as i know, was at 2.
WHAT TO EAT
- Of course you're going to eat Jajangmyun in Marado. Low expectation is always the best policy. Just pick a restaurant you like or talk to the travelors who just walked out of any of them and try a bowl of it. It is definitely preferable to otherwise getting harrassed by tens of ajummas (middle-aged women) who would drag you into their Jajangmyun shop!




