The route begins at Gonnae-ri, "ri" meaning port. My childish mind prefers to call it Gonnorhoea. It was the Jeju Olle Walking Festival so there were a lot of people out walking. There is a good path but some still opted to walk along the road. I know it is more level and even underfoot but how boring. Others left the path to take photographs of each other on the rocks. The third photograph was taken because of the basalt columns visible at the basse of the rock. I use the spot removal tool in Lightroom to remove a couple of people.

The route continues to Gueom where I met a couple of Sngapreans. I asked if one of them would take my photograph and after establishing which button to press, he obliged. They were walking to raise money for a rehabilitation programme. We discussed the strict drug laws in Singapore including the death penalty, before I headed off to pick up a salty peanut latte. The route then heads inland and eventually heads up steeply up an oreum (volcanic parasitic cone). Near the top is an open area and exercise machines. There were a few stalls and a man playing the saxophone, all par thof the Jeju Olle walking Festival.

This was one of the better sections of the walk as once I had descend the Peak of Susan-bong, down to a grassy area next to the Susan Reservoir. There was a man in traditional dress playing a daegeum (or taegŭm), a large bamboo flute. 

I asked a festival volunteer where to stamp my Olle Passport (half-way stamp) and was told that I could stamp it at the next stop which where where the main celebrations were.  Moving on, there was a small Buddhist Temple.

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The route continued along concrete roads to Hangpaduri, passing an impressive mural advertising "Cozy Hamburger" and a lady sat playing a hun. This is traditional Korean instrument made from clay and blown across a hole like a flute. Hangpadury is definitely where the main celebrations were, though strangely not the end of the route. This is a historical site, being the place where Sambyeolcho, a resistance group, fought until their end against the Mongolian troops during the Goryeo Dynasty (13th century). It sounds like a sort of Korean Culloden but Jeju has seen a lot of war and conflict since then, both with the Japanese and with regards to the Korean Civil War and the associated politically based government sanctioned massacres.

I lingered for a while, eating a tangerine and enjoying the entertainment before continuing for the last four kilometres. It may be November but the temperatures in early November are still typically between 15 and 20°C. There are still plenty of flowers and while I am not seeing the larger, most colourful butterflies, there are still plenty of pollinators. Slightly Bizarrely, I arrived at a residential area called Beverly Hills. 

The route passed what looked like another buddhist temple with a tangerine orchard, but I have not been able to find a name or anything out about it.

The route continued a bit further to a stamping station. My ninth Olle "bagged" and a third of the way through.