It was a late-July afternoon in 2018, and we were on the Trail of Tears heading back to Gwangju after a full day of exploring rural Jeollanam-do. Isaiah suggested we stop at the Olympic Driving School, a place he had discovered years ago during his first stint in Korea. I’m glad we did; this was well worth the visit. I wish I had captured it on film. By that time, I was all out of rolls, so I shot these images on my iPhone.
It had a surprising amount of stuff still inside, including application forms with people’s personal information lying around scattered on the floor. The rest of these pictures are the highlights of what we found inside the three-story building.