Hallasan Yeongsil Course & Witseoreum Shelter
This trip definitely started under the title of a "family vacation," but right from the start, it feels like survival training. Mom is getting chocolate bars from some random lady, and I have no idea where my older sister went. Even as my brain is doing complex calculations, wondering if I should have left Hallasan (the highest mountain in Jeju) out of the itinerary, my stomach is screaming at me to give it food. Just as I'm about to take out a chocolate bar because I'm so hungry, we arrive at the shelter. The shelter's location was definitely chosen not for optimal evacuation, but for where food would sell the best. Otherwise, there's no way it would appear exactly when I'm this starving!




Arriving at the shelter, I feel like they should rename it to a cafeteria rather than a shelter. Still, maybe because it's a tourist spot, the atmosphere feels less like a communist Eastern European ration line and more like a free-spirited Western European square, with people huddled together enjoying instant ramen and chatting. It's a pretty spacious area, so we easily found a spot for the three of us to sit and eat. I headed to the snack bar to fill my starving stomach first, but there was a long line. This scene looks exactly like the ration lines shown on the news 20 years ago depicting the reality of the collapsing Soviet Union. Even the expressions of the people handing out the rations—no, selling the food—overlap with those faces from Soviet documentaries that looked like they would absolutely never give you a second helping.
All it takes to turn these negative thoughts into positive ones is instant ramen. It completely wipes away all the negative energy, to the point where you could call it the magic of ramen. The power of ramen is so great that you can just look at someone's face sitting there and immediately know, "Ah, that person just enjoyed a delicious bowl of noodles." Was Ottogi ramen always this delicious? After eating like people who were trying ramen for the first time in their lives, we had no need to find out where to dump the leftover broth.
As expected, the best seasoning is "hunger."


