It was decided out of respect for Mr. Ryu Seong-ryong, but it was very difficult to use it as a lodging. When I arrived, the view from the old house was wonderful and I heard birdsong, so I wrote a pleasant note in the guestbook, but I regretted it from that day. I couldn't sleep because I heard whispers as if they were talking right into my ears. It turns out that the living room was temporarily separated and the upper space was opened. It was a very unpleasant experience to constantly hear voices of the opposite sex while sleeping. So the living room was barely used. I knew from the time I made the reservation that it was a separate shower room and toilet, but it was difficult at dawn because of the distance. Tourists come and go during the day, but there is no common lock. Maybe the guide didn't explain? As a workaround, there was no locker for valuables, so I carried valuables with me every time I moved to the bathroom and shower room. The hot water in the shower went back and forth suddenly, and the water came out rippling along the way, and the thermostat was at my feet, so I took a shower nervously. Even though the landlord is an old house, there was no service that actively explained various devices such as boilers with the mindset of running an accommodation. Surely he is not a descendant of Mr. Ryu Seong-ryong? I thought of staying meaningfully and pleasantly, thinking that it was the building where Jingbirok was written, but even if I raised the temperature of the boiler, the draft was severe. Both my family and I caught a bad cold from the second night. It was a very painful stay compared to the cost.
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