I became fascinated by Jeju Island long before I ever set foot on its windswept shores.
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I’d been researching freediving to try this mildly terrifying activity – basically, diving underwater without any equipment, just holding your breath on a single inhale while trying not to panic – and South Korea’s largest island kept surfacing.
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More specifically, its haenyeo, the formidable female divers who’ve been harvesting marine life from Jeju’s waters, without the help of oxygen tanks, for centuries.
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In 2024, they were the subject of a documentary called The Last of the Sea Women, and they even enjoy a UNESCO intangible cultural heritage listing.
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Many of them, still diving in their 70s and 80s, have attained celebrity status.
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So, within hours of landing on Jeju, my guide and I head straight to watch some haenyeo on their morning dive beneath Seongsan Ilchulbong, an ancient volcanic peak.
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Around an iridescent, jade-green cove hemmed by sheer, basalt cliffs, more than 100 tourists jostle for photos as the elderly women wriggle into their wetsuits and a traditional haenyeo song blasts from speakers.
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“It’s about the hardships they’ve endured,” my guide whispers as we listen.
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Then the women slip into the water.
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One by one, they vanish below its surface to dive anywhere between 10 and 20 metres on a single breath, before resurfacing, up to two-and-a-half minutes later, holding aloft their haul of sea urchins, octopus and abalone.
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This may be a daily tourist spectacle, but watching the women harvest the seafloor in this way, as generations of Jeju women have done before them, makes the hairs on my arms stand up.
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Sitting some 80 kilometres off the southern tip of the Korean Peninsula, self-governing Jeju is South Korea’s great island escape, beloved for its beaches, hiking trails and distinctive food and culture.
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Traditionally, it’s said to have three things in abundance: wind, women and stone.
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And indeed, almost everything here seems shaped by volcanic rock, from traditional stone houses and walls to the hulking, carved figures that guard their entrances.
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Hallasan, South Korea’s highest mountain, rises from its centre, while ancient eruptions have left lava tubes, craters and basalt-strewn shores.
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At a restaurant overlooking the cove, we sample the haenyeo’s catch, a plate of raw sea creatures washed down with glasses of Jeju’s famously sweet tangerine juice, before a post-prandial hike up the peak.
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Seongsan Ilchulbong is typically a sunrise spot, but that means a 4am start and the risk of sea fog swallowing the view.
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By early afternoon, the climb is tough in the heat but, from the lush crater rim, Jeju unfurls clearly below, the intensely blue Korea Strait meeting its patchwork of fields.
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Scattered among those fields are villages that preserve a much older Jeju.
Seongeup, on the island’s south-eastern side, is a living heritage village of thatched stone houses, shrines and low basalt walls dating back more than six centuries.
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We pass between two dol hareubang statues, hand-carved volcanic-stone “grandfathers” traditionally regarded as guardians, and wind our way down an olle, one of the narrow lanes connecting to the main road.
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“There’s a saying on Jeju,” says my guide: “‘Every road begins with an olle and leads to the world’.”
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The name now belongs to Jeju’s 437-kilometre Olle Trail, whose 27 routes lace the island’s coast and countryside.
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Inside a small Seongeup shop, I run my hands over stiff, rust-coloured galot, workwear Jeju islanders have dyed with persimmon juice for centuries, the tannins helping protect the cloth from sweat and dirt.
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Nearby, signs advertise natural-dyeing and ceramics workshops, and I begin mentally designing a return trip, when I’ll stay in a traditional house, walk the Olle Trail, throw a few pots and dye my own cloth.
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For now, though, I’m due in the small village of Sehwa.
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I meet 34-year-old Ta-eum Kim, part of a new generation of young women choosing the haenyeo life.
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She shows me around the Haenyeo Museum, once a gathering place for haenyeo protesting exploitative seafood prices under Japanese colonial rule in the 1930s, before we walk to the bay where she dives.
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“We don’t catch everything we see,” says Kim.
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Unlike industrial fishing that can scrape the ocean floor, haenyeo gather their catch by hand, leaving undersized shellfish to grow.
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“We take only what we need to earn a living so that the marine life in this ecosystem can continue to live as well.”
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So, too, is the sense that, for all South Korea’s associations with the hyper-modern, this island has something important to say about how we might live now: take only what you need.
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With my back to the wind, I walk the coast from Hamdeok, the popular beach town in the island’s north-east.
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I pass a dol hareubang standing sentinel beside the path and walk on, the sea stretching blue and empty beside me.
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The writer travelled to South Korea courtesy of National Geographic Journeys with G Adventures.
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