On the way to Nami Island

A woman with a red thick lipstick was talking nonstop. The woman sitting next to her was nodding off. After losing her partner, she intervened when the woman sitting opposite her asked the man next to her for something.

For 55 minutes from Sangbong Station on Line No. 7 to Gapyeong, she never stopped talking. ‘How her sister has been getting along since she got married. And she is good to her daughter-in-law, but she avoids her.' and so forth, uttered cliche.

Eventually, I moved to a seat a little farther away. But her voice was still incessant. In the meantime, how can her daughter-in-law live with her for life when I can't stand her chatter for a moment?

A woman with round eyes like a rabbit sitting next to the sleeping husband was opposite me. The two couple wore the same red jackets looks new. She said on the phone with a excited voice. "I'm going to climb the mountain with husband.” Her husband looked tired as if he had been dragged out.

Next to them, six old men made a noise in mountaineering outfits that looked like they'll conquer even the Himalayan Mountains. When a lady in her short pants walked by and they stopped talking and glanced at her. Their mouths opened and their eyes fluttered. In contrast to the man who sleeps next to his wife, they looked happy without any signs of tiredness.

I got off at Gapyeong Station and went to Nami Island, which is called virtual country and Naminara Republic. I sailed into the island and turned right and circled the island along the river. Then I crossed the middle of the island, which looked like a half moon. It's a small island that I really want to have.

Inside the dense pine fence forest, the vast grass square under the pouring sunlight was seen incubating small thickly colored maple trees. If I were the owner of the Naminara Republic, I would have left a human hand untouched. Sculptures, pensions, restaurants and randomly built pieces of man and woman have separated Nami Island from nature as if it were plastic surgery with flimsy dexterity.

After leaving the island, I sat side by side at a stop to Gapyeong Station with two Chinese women and one young man. The bus doesn't come even though it's been a long time due to traffic. Unable to wait, I used all kinds of body language to take a taxi with four people. It was cheaper and more comfortable than a bus.

The tour bus threw up a lot of the women in red uniforms constantly. Nami Island was as if hit by a bomb.