The past month in Recap

This past month has been busy and has given me less time to update this blog, so here's a summary of the last month:

I've met some people in Seoul and so have been making the 2 1/2 hour trip between Hongseong and Seoul every other week or so to hang out. There I've gotten lost in a miles long auto tunnel, explored the "hip" districts around Sinchon and Hongik University, gone dancing at hip hop clubs, visited the interesting but ultimately bad Computer music festival at the Seoul arts center, and eaten some decent (at least for Korea) international cuisine around Hongik and Itaewon. Come January Korean schools go on a 2 month winter break and so I will be moving to Seoul during that time to take more Korean classes and, possibly, do an internship so I'm interested in exploring the city a little more. Seoul isn't a very appealing place to live long-term, but two months will be great to get involved in some stuff that isn't available in my small town. Also: the sort of youth culture that I am constantly missing being away from America has a bit more of a presence in Seoul.

The 19th-21rst F-bright held their fall conference in Gyeongju -- the capital of the Shilla dynasty for 1000 years. Called the "Kyoto of Korea" it has the largest collection of historical structures in any one place in Korea. We had two days of lectures and meetings, sharing our experiences, catching up, and discussing how we can improve our teaching methods. That Sunday we spent the entire day visiting historical sites and I have pictures for about half of them, but my camera was dropped and so they are stuck on there until I either fix it or get a new camera. We visited Seokguram, Bulguksa, Goeneung, Bunhwangsa, Anapji, Gyeongju National Museum, Cheomseongdae Observatory, and the Cheonmachong tombs. When I get the pictures off of my camera I'll post pictures of this stuff and explanations of what they are. Monday I went on a hike with some other ETAs in a provincial park just outside of the city. The landscape was pretty diverse -- ranging from rocky peaks to green valleys cut by pebble-lined streams.

On Friday last weekend the three other ETAs that teach in Hongseong and I held a halloween party for our host siblings. Everyone wore costumes and we bobbed for apples, carved pumpkins, gave out candy, and played a whole slew of games. It was interesting to watch the kids do these activities that I've done every year for the first time ever and to see how weird/ funny our Halloween traditions are. On Saturday of last week I went to a wedding reception dinner for a member of my host-family's family and then my host-family got in the car and drove to Naimjangsan -- a national park two hours south of our town. The park is one of the most popular in Korea for Tampoong -- the word Koreans use to describe the process of the leaves changing each fall. Koreans are obsessed with seeing the leaves beginning to change -- every hotel and motel around Naimjangsan were booked and so we stayed in a jimjillbang with so many people crowded in that dozens of people had to sleep on the floor of the changing/ lockers rooms and people had to be moved so that people could just open their lockers!!! We had to wake up at 4 in the morning just so that we'd have a chance of getting a parking spot in the park and already at that time the parks lots were almost filled and large groups had begun hiking up to the peak. We finished hiking and look around by 10 in the morning and by that time the park was closed because it had become filled over capacity. I'll write a longer entry on all this in the future.

My weekends are almost all planned until the end of December which is crazy for me. I'll be in Seoul alot through November -- attending a f-bright and us embassy thanksgiving meal and proctoring english tests at the end of the month. I'll also be helping my host-family make Kimchi which I am very excited for.

Brad visits Korea

Having someone from home visit I think helps validate the life you're living in a foreign country. Suddenly there is a connection between the life you knew and the life you're living that makes the two seem a bit more mentally compatible. I haven't experienced culture shock here and don't think I will, nor do I think that I'll have a huge problem adjusting to life back in the states (Although, I am really worried that the Korean habit of not flushing toilet paper down the toilet -- instead throwing it in a trashcan next to the toilet -- will stay with me in America. I can see myself now: thinking there is a trashcan next to me and then throwing toilet paper all over the floor. I can just imagine the bad assumptions people would have about Korean hygiene!). It is nice though to have someone familiar visit and know what you're talking about when you are describing where you work and live, who you live with, and what you are doing day in and day out.

My old roommate Brad visited over the weekend and now is that connection between home and here. After work last Thursday I took a train filled with old drunken men (on this ride at least alcohol + train + old Korean men = lots of random fights with the train staff) to nearby Cheonan station, where the high-speed KTX trains connect the north-end of the penninsula at Seoul to the South-end at the port city of Busan. From there I was locked out of my KTX train with 12 other Koreans and had to deal with an hour of prolonged arguments that eventually led to a partial reimbursement, lots of apologies about how this had never happened before, and a new ticket on the next train. An hour and a half late into Busan, I met Brad, who was worn from over 12 hours of traveling from Naruta Japan, where he works as a english teacher through the JET program. The next three hours we took cabs half-way across the city to a jjimjilbang that turned out to be closed and ended the night on a good note, by finding a hot spring motel that had a bathroom bigger than the bedroom (that's not to say that the bedroom was small, the bathroom was just HUGE and had multiple bath tubs).

The next day we gradually made our way to the Busan Film festival -- asia's largest -- and met up with other F-brighters in what turned out to be a huge reunion with almost everyone that had come over on the program. In all, Brad and I caught two movies because of the difficulty for foreigners without a foreigner id number (i don't have one because i am here on a diplomatic visa) to get tickets and the long lines to get them otherwise. Noteworthy was The Naked Summer by Kenji Okabe. The movie documents a summer camp run by Butoh dance master Okaji Maro and the creation of one of Okaji's performance pieces with the camp members. Brad and I left the movie wanting to join one of the summer camps at some point in the future.







With the rest of Saturdays movies sold out early in the day, Brad, I, and some other F-brighters, made a spur-of-the-moment decision to take a bus an hour and a half north to the town of Jinju, where a huge lantern festival was being held. The festival is meant to commemorate the 1592 invasion of Japan, when Korean General Kim Si-Min sent thousands of lantern down the Nam river to stop the Japanese from crossing the river and to relay messages to neighboring towns about the health of certain soldiers and general war updates. For us: the festival was a huge light spectacle with make-shift floating walkways through lantern floats, enormous walls of lanterns that stretched across the mile-long old wall of the city, and various lantern tents. We ended the evening drinking Makgeolli that was scooped into bowls from a big trash can with a group of young Koreans.




We returned to Busan early Sunday morning, with just enough time to eat a large meal and tour the russian area that surrounds Texas St. -- a foreigner district across from the train station. Brad came back to Hongseong with me and spent Monday and Tuesday playing with my students at school and spending time with my family in the evenings.

Bukhansan

On the outskirts of Seoul is a national park called Bukhansan. Its name means "North Han Mountain" and refers to its position north of the Han river. It also marked the northern boundary of Seoul during the Joseon dynasty. Me and my friend Jeremy hiked this mother two weeks ago, which turned out to be a 7 or 8 hour hike altogether. I've been getting in a fair share of hiking while hear, but this topped them all. The last 2 km of the climb were along a solid rock face that you had to pull yourself up with metal wires that were strung through poles bolted down to the rock. After the climb we relaxed in baths of yellow soil, charcoal, mugwort, and jade in what was hands down the best jjimjilbang I've visited here so far. Below are some poor quality Panoramas and pictures of Bukhansan.

Daejeon

Last weekend I got my first lesson in the minute differences between pronouncing ㅈ(a sound slightly between a j and a ch) and ㅊ (a ch sound) when I tried to buy my bus ticket to the city of Daejeon and ended up in a beach an hour south of here called Daecheon. So, back on a bus for another 2 hours through rain and over miles of beautiful, pine-covered mountains until I reached Daejeon, the fifth largest city in Korea.

Its sad being stuck in a place you don't know and especially with the rainstorm that blew into Daejeon on Friday, I was extremely lonely for really the first time since arriving in Korea. I ended up wandering through apartment stores until eventually I resorted to going to a DVD bang -- a mini theater type business that are all over the place here where you can watch a movie on a big screen tv in tiny, private rooms. The rain also ruined my plans to spend the night in this elaborate jimjillbang (Korean spa) that is supposed to be covered in plants and fake animals to resemble a mini terrestrium and, instead, I ended up in a jimjillbang for drunken Korea men who pass out next to tons of empty bannana boxes (I don't know what the empty bananna boxes were for or from???).


Anyways, Saturday was a step in the right direction. I randomly started climbing a mountain after the rains let up and wandered until I found the trail head to a mountain-top temple. Along the way I met an old man who had moved frmo his life-long home of Seoul to Daejeon so that he could be closer to the hospital that was treating him for cancer. He hiked the path we were on everyday to ward off the cancer and so showed me some amazing hidden views along overgrown paths through the curbs and woods of the mountain. We talked as best as my limited Korean and his limited English would allow us about the Japanese occupation, growing up being forced to learn Japanese, and how the man felt about the Japanese now. It was one of the most impressionable conversations that I think I've had with someone even though we couldn't understand half of what we said to one another. This weekend is generally how Korea has been treating me: for every miserable thing that gets me down, something or someone amazing pops up to let me know how much there is to know about this place.

Pol Cho

Sunday morning my host mother woke me up and said that we were going to meet my host father, who hadn't returned home the night before. We drove to the nearby town of Calsan while my host brother and sister slept in the back seat of the car. We arrived at a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant and gradually the whole Kim clan began to pour in with my host father and I was introduced to the extended family of close relations to him. We ate while my host grandmother and great-grandmother poked and laughed at me, complemented my handling of chopsticks, and asked various questions about what foods I do and don't eat and why. After the meal I was taken to my host great-grandmothers house and asked if I wanted to cut the grass. A week or two before Chuseok -- the Korean thanksgiving -- Koreans cut the grass on their family tombs so that they can have access to the tombs during the Chuseok celebration (that's held on Tuesday September 25 this year), when they will bring food offerings and perform worship rites to thank the spirits of the ancestors for a good harvest. My host-father's family is very large and few people have moved very far outside of the area and so when we got to the tomb plot there were about 30 men, all members of the extended family, who had gathered to help cut the grass on just that plot. The family has 5 or 6 plots total, so I can't even begin to imagine how many family members worked on the plots that day in total. It was a surreal few hours of me raking up huge mounds of grass on the side of a mountain while 30 men of took rakes and weed wackers to the overgrown grass on these enormous tomb plots, pausing every now and then to take gulps of soju. Afterwards old men squatted around and insisted that I drink with them, so I'd let them fill up my paper cup, take a sip and wait until they weren't looking to dump the rest in the grass so that I wasn't plastered at 10 o'clock on a Sunday morning. My host father later took me to the oldest family tomb, a plot that dates back 400 years. A few years ago I got really into the genealogy of my family and tried tracing our history back, but got as far as the 1850s. Its bizarre entering into a culture where family history can be traced and remembered hundreds of years back with little research or effort.

The Deception of Korean Geography

In a country so populous, with 70% of its land taken up by mountains, its hard to escape the presence of others even when you head to the hills. This past weekend, botched plans to leave Hongseong made me explore a nearby mountain that I'd been scouring since I got here for a trail-head into the slopes. With the help of my host-mother I finally found it and did a one hour trek up a windy-paved path past primitive badmitten courts and rows of muscadine grape vines. Those that want the view at the top but not the slightly higher pulse can drive their car up a path just a bit bigger than the car, dodging hikers while being able to admire gorgeous views of an ocean bay and mountains from the asphalt switchbacks. With streams of cars and hikers I tried to find what I always took for granted about hikes: remoteness from others, a challenging terrain, an absence of more imposing human-made structures, and a panoramic view of the peak. Trying to find these things in random breaks in the foilage got me lost in family tomb plots and also led me to a beer bottle mosaic near a "medicine water" spring. Still totally great finds and well worth the trip. I'm starting to realize though, that whereas many mountains in the United States still stand as signs of remoteness (or maybe this is some unrealistic assumption of mine???), they've been transformed here from places to escape tax collectors and take up hermitage to recreational equipment that you can enjoy your weekend in.
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It seems like everyone over the age of 30 here hikes. Korea's doing for mountain climbing what America did for yoga when power yoga took off. Courses are short and usually have refreshment stands along the way (during a hike in Songnisan National Park in July we passed 7+ restaurants on our assent). As a university student in Chuncheon told me, "Old men with business jobs are the ones who go hiking because they never get any other exercise. Young people don't go hiking." Hikers are keen on gear too: dry-fit clothes, expensive boots, and tiny backpacks. My town -- a rural town by Korean standards -- has at least 5 hiking gear shops.

Even with my expectations, the hike was great. The delivery boy from a gimbap restaurant next to my house beat me to the top on his dirtbike with his girlfriend on the back, brushing her cheek against his ponytail. The top had a shamanist shrine. That night my family drove to the top so that everyone could see the view that night and we almost walked in on people carrying out a ceremony of chants and dancing at the shrine. We freaked each other out by pretending their were ghosts on the hillsides and then scrambled back into the car.

Domestic Life

Last Friday the F-bright orientation came to an end with a large ceremony held at Yonsei University, that the F-bright office has hyped into something slightly less than a national holiday. "Yonsei Day", as they call it, is a formal introduction to our principals and co-teachers. Our schools sign our contracts and we say goodbye to the 69 other English teachers that we've lived with for the past 6 weeks of training. It was an 8 hour ordeal of polite bows and awkwardly pronounced Korean formalities, a traditional dinner, and intermittent periods of sneaking in goodbye hugs to friends. After everything was wrapped up I was shuttled two hours south of Seoul, past growing mountains and a hint of salt water breeze as we drove closer to Sudeoksa -- a mountain-top buddhist temple near the coast that is surrounded by a street of small
shops and restaurants. Here, my co-teacher Shin Su Yan and Vice Principal pulled off and we sat down with my host family for a traditional meal of many herb pan chans (side dishes), soup, and milky rice and herb wine served from a bowl with wooden spoons.

From there I seperated from my co-teacher and vice principal and loaded my bags into my host family's van so that we could drive back to their home in a small rural town called Hongseong. When I first came to Korea I said I would jump from the balcony if I ended up in one of the ugly, white high rise apartments that pock up the otherwise beautiful landscapes fo every town, big and small, in this country. But i'm now living in one and its not so bad at all. What aesthetics are sacrificed on the exterior are made up for within, and I've been making myself comfortable in my family's small, but efficiently organized home.

Details about my family: my host father is a public school teacher and my host mother does something with insurance claims through Samsung. On sunday I went on a hike on a nearby mountain with my host father's coworkers, an event that takes place once a month. Afterwards we ate Sam Bap (rice wrapped in cabbage or lettuce leaves and stuffed with other vegetable odds and ends) and I met my friend Emily's host father and watched one of the teachers smashed the back end of his car after a few drinks in the restaurant. Which actually brings up an interesting point about driving here -- per capita Korea has one of the worst records for auto accidents in the world. Whereas in the united states wearing a seatbelt in the backseat is just seen as a personal safety measure because people realize that driving can be dangerous, in Korea the back seat belt is seen as unnecessary and its actually borderline offensive to wear it. The few times that I've tried to put it on, I've been told "we just don't do that here." If I say that I like to wear it, I get the hint that I'm making some unspoken comment on their driving. Confucianism pervails!