Had planned to scoot to the station so our bikes were ready for us on the return, however, an epic all-day rainstorm put a damper in those plans.

But scooter or not, rain or shine, we were on our way to Seoul. For the record (and for the first time), we were not even once “sshhh’ed” by an ajuma nor “sharraaa”d (translation: shut up) by an ajoshe on the car. First time for everything, and probably the only in this case.