Deokjeokdo Island, South Korea
Deokjeokdo Island was shrouded in fog when we arrived, and as soon as we had stepped off the ferry, it started to rain. It's hard to get directions from anyone in Korea, because while most locals are well intentioned, it's difficult to find someone who both speaks English and has time to dictate public transportation to you.
Later, my mother would recall how many forms of transportation we had taken to get from my cousin's apartment in Daegu to the nearly empty island - taxi, train, subway, bus, ferry - but I could only think about how strange it was to be completely removed from everything familiar, and how only two people in the world knew where I was.
The island felt like something from a hundred years before. As with many of the other places we had visited throughout our trip, plants had taken over, strangling the strange vacation fixtures and neglected cabanas. A lighthouse stood guard over an empty beach, and we walked along the shore, eating American chips and drinking plum wine straight from the bottle. A quiet path took us away from the beach and into the mountains, then meandered back towards the cliffs and a view of a neighboring island.