It was around five in the afternoon when Irene arrived at the said location. The driver immediately drove back to the city merely dropping her off.
The hues of the sky is transitioning from orange and red color into a pale purple one. The clouds are melting as they make way for the stars to shines.
"Hooh," Irene puffed out vapor from her mouth and hugged her own body, "Oh, it is getting cold by the night," she then dragged her medium-sized suitcase on the way inside a native inn.
The native inn they are in right now is situated in a traditional village where the tourists could get to get a glimpse of the past and the present enjoining as one.
There are rice paddies, hills, and beautiful lakes surrounding the small village in the countryside. It is the kind of place that gets the abundance of the sun which can be seen at the green fields.
"Irene," Someone called from behind which made Irene stop from admiring the paintings strategically hung around the inn.
