Friday, December 16, 2005

Sunset on Korea


Travelling Thor
Leaving Korea, so what will I miss?

• Stores giving you stuff for free and calling it service. Free hair cut tune ups.
•Galbi.
•Thousands of grocery stores everywhere.
•Very cheap incidental life. Cheap drinks!
•Good shopping.
•Vibrant street life, and ajumas selling everything under the sun in any random corner of sidewalk that they can find.
•Easy access to the rest of Asia.
•The hills and mountains within a five minute walk. •Country side agriculture only 5 minutes away.
•An easily accessible community of ex-pats to be a part of. Shared trials and tribulations with the ex-pats. Canadian bonding over hockey and shared experience.

•Teaching kids. Pain in the ass that they are, and the tediously long hours aside, they keep things interesting. Who will I miss most? Hugh, George, Ray. Anne from that annoying afternoon class. I hated that class so much, but they have redeemed themselves a bit since they apparently miss me. Especially Thomas! After all of our battling it sort of surprises me, but I guess it must be part of the psychology of macho young boys that they like to clash with their older male peers. Cruse was pissing me off a lot more than Thomas toward the end. I’ll also miss Elaine from Columbia class. She was always sweet and interesting to talk to. I’ll miss Ann and Jasmin from Oxford, and even Charlie to some extent because he was a funny guy. I’ll miss Yale class in general, at the same time as being relieved not to have to deal with them any longer. If all classes were like them they’d all be speaking English in no time. They were a funny little experiment in psychology too.
•I’ll miss the fact that everything in Beommul-Jisan is so close together. No cars, except to go downtown.
•Not having to know what’s going on and beign able to wander around making an ass of yourself, and expecting to get away with it.
•Unloading planes quickly and efficientyly. Fast bus drivers. No beating around the bush like they do in Canada.
•Interesting landscape.
•Interesting stuff happening everywhere.
• Generous Korean people, sharing food and all their stuff with you.
•No expansive suburbs in the same way as Canada. Not that there’s no suburbs, but they are less isolated, and blend better with the rest of the city.
•Deliverable food

What will I not miss? Some classes, like that period 4 class.
•Mr. Kim and patriarchal Korean men. Slavish hours and putting up with crap.
•No vacation.
•Busses without shocks.
•Crappy boring architecture.
•Hot hot summers.
•Stupid Korean heating sytems and no insulation.
•Being a general spectacle.
•Loud, abusive drunks waking up the whole building.
•Our washing machine.
•A one room apartment.
•traffic jams
•Cold bathrooms.
•Everything falling apart all the time.
•Lack of food variety.
•old fashioned korean morality and pandering commericals.
•lack of movies.
•Not being able to explain yourself or get around expected procedures.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

An inspiration

The cyclists in Daegu are a real inspiration to me... because, well... I'll just show you.



Now imagine swerving in and out of traffic with this thing.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Stylefile



Dog owners everywhere take note of the fab styles emanating out of East Asia.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Just another day at the office



I've taught these guys all the insects, so if none of them become entomologists, I'm going to be seriously pissed. They know them all: locust, cockchafer beetle, ciccada, mite, bowl weavel. All the basic ones. They're actually my pride and joy, because even the dimwitted ones have learned them all after months and months of serious drilling. In case you're wondering where this lunacy comes from, its the Insect poster in the front of the classroom, and the need to kill the last two minutes of class.

Friday, October 28, 2005

An Easy Week

Work seems a LOT easier now that I don't have to teach Orda from 1-1.30 MWF. It really spreads out the work load having a really long break 3 days a week instead of 2. Plus the fact that I now get off at 6.10 on Fridays. Its a pretty sweet schedule now. It'll be really nice for Corie when she takes it over in December (presuming they don't screw it up between now and then). All the girls have been chased out of the baby class. Jenny left this week, I don't know why, and Leah is going to be home schooled now! Crap. Now its just 6 hyperactive little boys. Not that I mind Jack and Josh's attempts to constantly act out the vocabulary... its all good as long as the decibels are kept below a certain level. Of the 6 pioneers in that class, all but 1 are now gone. Its been by far my most active class. Columbia class, in the 12 months since I started, has lost only a few people, including a year change. With a just a few transients like the long mouned Brent. He was awesome.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Ahh the ascetic lifestyle


My slight illness couldn't keep me from hiking. I went out for a super long hike yesterday, soI got some Kyochon and muffins and headed up the hill. I got pretty tired by the time I got to the top of our local hill, so I read some of "The Interpreter" which
is getting to the intense part now. I moved on and took a nap in some long grass some place further on. It was really nice in the warm sun just lying there with no Koreans rambling by or at me. Continued on, and unfortunately had too much Kyochon, so I had to use the woods for some business. The first time that's been necessary in Korea. Kept going, pretty far down the hill's spine and I saw a lot of those sort of pheasant/quayle birds they have. I eventually turned back, and wound going home through that dog eating village. It hasn't changed at all (not since the stupendous day they introduced neon signs I imagine). The chicken farm still plays techno for them for whatever reason. By the time I got home I was tired and lay down for another rest.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

돌고래

The kids have, pretty much since the first day, called me dolphin, because they can't manage Th, r, or f. so hence DoLPHin. Anway, my Monday evening class has now decided to give me a real Korean name, not like gimchi-hi, or anything like that, but a name than fits with my real name, which is the Korean for dolphin, or dolgorae, 돌고래. I kind of like it!

That class is awesome, at least when Ricky isn't there. He would be awesome as a tutoring student, but he's so disruptive in a classroom setting. That class cracks me up because the girls are so collosally smarter than the boys. They aren't idiots, but they just postively, absolutely do not give a flying crap about learning English. Anyway, Maisy and Sally are excellent students, so much potential it brings a tear to my eye.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Driving

Everyone says Korean drivers are crazy, but I don't find the hype is vastly overblown. Not that they aren't aggressive in their own way, but, as usual, the rumours are greatly exaggerated. They are about as aggressive as drivers in many large cities. The main difference is that they follow several different standards.

*First, honking is far more pre-emptive than reacitve. This has its merits, as it keeps people from having to slow down in order not to kill each other.
*Second, they do actually drive on the sidewalks. Not at full speed, but they do drive up there sometimes as a short cut, or to get to better parking.
*Third, parking is much more ad-hoc. People specifically leave their numbers on their dash, so drivers they are blocking can call their mobile phones to get them to move. That's why double parking actually works. As does parking on the sidewalk.
*Fourthly, U-turns which are a great innovation. Any road has a designated U-turn area, to avoid the long drive around to switch direction. Excellent traffic planning. This needs to come to Canada.

My old blog was too crusty

My old blog didn't allow for paragraph creation so I decided it was time to upgrade.

Today I'm mostly annoyed by my boss. Not that he's done anything really bad to me, but he's really just a pain in a paternalistic, authoritarian, insensitive, myopic, middle aged Korean businessman kind of way.

* He told one of our teachers that she should look for a good husband because she wasn't the working type!
* He also told her she shouldn't have got divorced, and that she was a silly woman. Despite the fact that he is divorced and has two kids himself!! Just lucky he has his mother to look after them. What a prick.
* He demanded that all the Korean teachers cook food for the BBQ last Saturday, telling them on Friday evening. Then, when they decided there was no time between getting off at 9:00 in the evening, and Saturday morning, so they would pitch in some of THEIR OWN MONEY and buy some stuff at Dong-A, he got really pissed and let them have it. Despite the fact that he lives with his mother and gets her to do that stuff for him.
* He is utterly and completely disorganized and never tells anybody about anything until the last minute, and then gets pO'd about it not working out. Or he is simply negligent, shows up late for pay day, and then calls people back to work, late in the evening because its not convenient for him to pay us the next day.
* He puts on this "kindly uncle" act with the kids which is really lame and phony. He wouldn't know how to play with a kid if he spent a year in a daycare.
* He constantly gives us inane and contradictory directions based on his careful research of looking into the classes for twenty random seconds every couple of days. "I want the kids to have more fun, and be engaged by the work. Oh, by the way I won't allow any more games, and you have to assign more homework." The man's obviously never taught for two seconds in his life. Oh, and he won't actually tell you himself, because then you might be able to defend yourself, but rather get his minions to come and tell you.
* One time he kicked a kid out of school, and was acting all tough, but then refused to do the hard part and actually phone the parents to tell them. The Korean teacher got that fun assignment.


Now he does have redeeming virtues, but they really should barely count as virtues except that so many other owners are ever bigger jackasses.

* He does actually pay us.
* He takes us out to dinner periodically.
* He usually doesn't insult us to our faces.

So all in all, despite the fact that I'm being culturally insensitive, I think I can safely say he is a capital porker.

Monday, October 03, 2005

A New Chapter



Well, Corie left. We went up to Seoul this weekend to drop her off at Incheon for the horrendously long trip back to Halifax, via Tokyo and Newark.

We had a good day visiting Mark and Jen at their awesome new digs in Seoul. Although their apartment is a bit smaller than their last, it is nice and has an vastly more excellent view. Their jobs sound enviable. Normal hours, and basically only a couple of classes a day. Mark apparently plays badminton all afternoon.



Obviously it was difficult to say goodbye at the airport. Its really wrenching, even for an insensitive and emotionally stunted clod such as myself. Especially after this year of living together and going through so much in such a strange environment together. I don't know what to expect living alone here. Its going to be a bit lonely... I'll be banging around in that apartment all on my own. Not that it won't have fringe benefits like having a whole single bed to myself. Too bad this couldn't have been in the summer ;-)



Anyway, Candace and Tammy were also up in Seoul for the weekend, so we all kind of travelled around together. We went up the tallest building in Korea (the 63 building) and drank vastly over priced cocktails at the top overlooking the conglomeration of Seoul at night. We even managed to get lost in the subway again, even with local guides, maintaining my perfect record.

We also fooolishly didn't reserve tickets on the KTX on Sunday night, meaning we had to wait for ages for a train. Makes me thank our lucky stars when Corie and I lucked out on Canada Day, squeaking in on the two last tickets.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Skip the Karaoke



Just head straight to the room salon.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Jeju-rama



Probably my last big trip has been to Jeju. The weather was kind of crummy, but apparently there was "heavy rain" in the Sea of Japan, so I guess we're lucky to have escaped with glumness rather than a rainy beach vacation. Jeju is pretty much the same as the rest of Korea, but with a slightly different landscape and slower pace. The trees were actually more similar to Canada even though its supposedly sub-tropical. There were palm trees, but I they were the minority among the other pine trees. Anyway, the beach was awesome. Excellent waves that beat us up. I have honest to goodness scrapes to prove it. Lots of weyguks around, and not all english teachers. The lack of traffic and people was great. I think this weekend has been almost the only time in Korea that the atmophere could honestly be described as "sleepy", but that might be Cheusok, and not Jeju. I'll have to ask Jeff.

It was so quiet that we were often the only ones in restaurants. Our first night there, Corie and I had a Korean ajuma spend her whole evening hovering over our table cooking our Galbi. In Daegu ours have begun to leave us alone, realizing that we at least know what to do. Its pretty uncomfortable after a while, but I'm defintely much more non-chalant about being waited on and laughed at than I used to be. She gave us hell about grilling kimchi, so i guess they're a bit more trad in Jeju.



We also visited Udo, which was just like a mini-Ireland but with Korean style roofs. I haven't seen so much rock, since, well, Ireland. We ate far too much galbi this weekend. And steak. And spicy chicken. Too much meat really, until the last two days when we ate too much Family Mart food, and realized far too late that we hadn't had a real meal or vegetables in the better part of three days. Anyway, on Udo we managed to catch the Ujuma olympics, as they all came tearing out of their tour bus, straight into the water for foot races, stockings and all.... Now that's entertainment.






We travelled with Chelsea and Ian, which is good, they always come up with good stuff to do... plus its easier to do more stuff in a group of four, rather than as a couple.

More entertaining too. Mr. Kim was good to us, gave us one extra day at the end of Cheusok. I'm sorry about the paragraphs, but this stupid site won't allow them for some reason. At least, it won't allow me to do them, which is my pet peeve if you really want to know.



They provided a good ego boost, and plenty of derisive laughter. Apparently their rip off travel agency booked them into our "memories of shag" (in more ways than one) hotel for two nights, at a cost only 5000 won cheaper than our three night stay. AND they got the room with the post in front of the window. Chalk one up for my excellent contacts at Happy Tours. Unfortunately this kind of contributed to their already low estimation of Korean culture, which was at the 8 month low ebb.



We hussled our way briefly into the giant 5 star hotels on the southside of the island, and even bit the bullet and ate in one, which was a refreshing change from the ajuma husslers of the previous nights. Its funny when they think you're staying there and they really try to suck up to you and display their excellent English skills. We really should have taken more advantage of this misunderstanding, ordering drinks, massages, and so one, but we're just too bashful to get away with it before we've stammered away the advantage.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Soccer Hooliganism



Finally, our long awaited chance to improve our beating skills and make ethnic and racial slurs, all in the name of good fun.

It came this past Sunday as part of the East Asian Football Championships, or some other equally glamorously named event. We headed up to the World Cup Stadium for the clash of the Communist titans, as China beat the Democratic People's Republic of Korea in a pretty good game, that North Korea really should have crushed the Chinese, but somehow just couldn't connect. I guess that's the trend these days, the Chinese are on the up and up, today's Zeitgeist, and nobody's quite got them figured out... there's no stopping them. Oh the horror.

After that the local interest really kicked in as our own ROK heroes were matched up against the horrific Japanese. The fans were impressively decked out uniformly in red and making solemn declarations about the sanctity of East Sea rocks. Not that great a game, and Japan managed to score in the 84th minute.



In the end China seems to have "won" the tournament, and received copious medals and fireworks. Interestingly, the South Korean audience still has strong affinity for the North Korean team, and cheers them on vigorously. Other than that, this is a long weekend, and we may head down to Busan for the occasion to sample their excellent Indian cuisine, and marvel at the Sea of People that is Haeundae Beach in August. Apparently they jack up the prices around the board, and lines everywhere are even longer than usual, so it should make for a rollicking good time. We can marvel at the phenomenon of Koreans bathing fully attired. (Though in a quirk of fate, yet to be worked out, even polite Koreans have deemed it acceptable to swim in bathing suits at indoor pools and amusement parks, and completely naked in jinja-bongs (although I do realise that jinja-bongs are segregated).)

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Japanese Shopping




Undoubtedly our favourite shops in Japan.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Kyoto and further




For a mid summer trip we picked Osaka/Kyoto.

Japan continues to astound me, as it did on my Visa run. Corie was also blown away. She's thinking about joining up! Anyway, Osaka was nice, in the way that Fukuoka was, but Kyoto brought things to a whole new level. Some parts of Kyoto are just a huge park pracitically with temples and shrines of all sorts just thrown in here and there.

One day we took a break from Kyoto and decided to take a train trip to the coast for some beach action and scenery at Takeno, which was described in our trusty little guidebook. Unfortunately the book didn't quite make it clear how crazily long the train trip from Kyoto was. We had no real idea which train to take, as it wasn't clear where on Earth Takeno station was. So to begin with we guessed, and then were forced out, fortunately in the right place. We gave in to asking, and though he didn't speak English a pleasant conductor made it pretty clear which train to get on next, but he seemed a bit agitated about it, and couldn't explain why. Fortunately we worked out that this involved yet another transfer at a specific point further down the line.



Around this point was when I really came to appreciate my halting and inadequate ability to read Korean as the massive advantage that it really is. Japanese is now just as impenetrable as Korean was when I first arrived, and I'd really forgotten how discombobulating it is to have absolutely no idea where to go. Anyway, we enlisted further help, and managed to get off at the second transfer, waiting for the final leg in a rickety little single track train. Unfortunately this was local, which only went every hour or so. So, by the time we actually got out to the coast we'd waited pretty much 4 hours. Needless to say we were quite famished. Again it was a bit of an ordeal to find an appropriate place to eat, but I've never appreciated Japanese food more.


The beach was nice, but really the best part was just the trip out to the Japanese country side which is beautiful. The trees are tall and not unlike some in BC. The farms are quiet and nice.

We also ran into a bunch of drunken Japanese businessmen and women on the train home, puking all over the place! The binge drinking seems real!





We wound up being in Osaka at the same time as Ian and Chelsea, completely at random. So we hooked up with them on our last night, and went out for some good Thai food and drinks with them. They'd spent most of their time in Osaka, and they were equally impressed with all things Japanese. I know that people who actually wind up living in Japan seem to lose this veneration, but it seems to come to almost all korean ESL teachers. Mostly because japan is so many things that korea is not, which is its strength, and its weakness. The people are quiet and generally leave you alone more than in Korea. Everything reeks of order and money, unlike Korea which reeks of speed and hard work.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Monsoon

The advertised monsoon, is so far pretty grandiosly named. Its more of a period when it actually does rain from time to time. I'd practically forgotten rain. The plus side is that its moderately depressing the temperature, the down side is that its far too humid and its impossible to dry our clothes. this is also the moment that John is occupying our spare room, which could be used for drying. Oh well. Usually if we're quick enough the interludes are more than long enough to get a batch up on the roof.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Canada Day




We went up to Seoul for a Canada Day Party. It was put on by the Canadian chamber of commerce of Korea and the embassy at the UN "compound" here in Seoul. One of the people we know was doing a segment for Sounds Like Canada on Canada Day in Korea, so on July 1 you may hear a brief segment on that show. I can be heard as part of a crowd shouting "Happy Canada Day". It was a pretty fun Canada Day.

The vast majority of the crowd were ESL teachers, but also a fair number of businesspeople/professors/miscellaneous older people were there too. Molson Canadian sponsored the event and much of it was dispensed, complete with "imported" stickers on it.

They also had Salmon and Beef steaks (though they were Australian). It was very good anyway. Various games such as tug of war the interprovincial challenge were held. Saskatchewan eventually beat Nova Scotia. Other than that there was music, skipping, ballooon tosses and so on.

The ambassador spoke briefly to the astonishment of all involved. He was popular with the crowd, although that wasn't too hard considering the general mental level. So, all in all it was one of my better Canada Days. Being away from home certainly builds up people's togetherness feelings and solidarity with countrymen. It was strange to be surrounded by so many Canadians, all speaking English, and even some French. With the cheap plastic furniture, oversized shirts, and dirt everywhere it was the most Canadian experience I've had since being here.

We are also getting much more expert at Seoul and have now located the good but cheap hotel area which eluded us on our first two trips. You just have to go to the supposed "love motels" which are nice, clean, well equipped (TV, internet, bathtubs!!, aircon, free porn, etc...) They are cheap, 35-60 dollars, and as good as any hotel in Canada. They have special blinds so people can't see who comes in and out, I guess to avoid scandal! These ones were in a bit of a shifty area, but also close to the Subway and Insa-dong, which is a great area.

The day previous we had gone to "Everland" an enormous beast of a waterpark/themepark outside the city. We went with a Ian and Chelsea, who had heard it was fun. We were only really interested in the waterpark, and went later in the day to capitalize on reduced prices. However, we were unaware of Korean theme park practices, and didn't realize they had bizarre rules for entry, only on the half hour or something, so we wound up waiting around even later.

So we chucked off to get refreshements at the Family Mart, and the girls quite clearly told us they would meet us there, after they visited the can. However, there appears to have been some sort of miscommunication, and we were able to spend most of our waiting time, waiting in vain outside the mart. It was a matter of some honour, but I forget the details now if you want to know.

After much gnashing of teeth later, they eventually let us in, and we got to wait in line longer to get on a waterslide. The first while was unimpressive, and we were reminded why we don't usually go to these things, and why it is especially important to avoid them in Asia. After two hours we'd been on 3 rides. We tried the wave pool which also had requirements demanding life-jackets if we were actually going to go in beyond our waists. Fortunately the crowds thinned out in the early evening and we could slide to our hearts content for an hour or so at the end. It was all worth it for that.




Another unfortunate problem had been our idle small city purchase of a pile of galbi at a restaurant for lunch. Later it turned out that this set us back 102,000 won, which is well over one hundred dollars. In Daegu, for four people we have never payed more than 50,000 for the same. Welcome to the big city I guess. We all had a mortifying moment at the bill counter, thinking there must have been some mistake, or that they meant 10,000 (which would not be totally unheard of in Daegu). It was very good, probably the best we've ever had though, so we should have had our heads up a bit more. In the big scheme of things 25 dollars for a meal isn't outrageous anyway.


The other news is school, where stress is reaching peaking point, at least for the Koreans. One of them, Theresa, quit over disagreements with the head teacher. Interestingly, she had lived in Toronto for 12 years, and basically wasn't prepared to put up with the junk that they dish out to their employees. These teachers, with really no career prospects and pay (significantly lower than ours), work horrendous hours. On Friday I had forgotten my wallet there, and went back to work past 10 o'clock to find them all still working. Granted they were eating chicken and drinking beer, but they were only on break from the larger tasks at hand.

All the stress is resulting from "open class" which is meant to showcase our classes to the parents, but is basically just a huge charade. We practice "lessons" that bear no resemblance to a lesson, and most annoyingly for us, an intricate "game" involving as many props as possible for the kids to complete in teams for an hour or more. Its the same as the presentation, where there are layers within layers of complexity, and more and more "things" whatever they may be. Why do one book when you can do five? Why not wear constumes, and have songs thrown in too? Then with a day left change everything and add a craft projects and speeches. Then just to annoy us, they change report card policy in the middle of all this, adding school wide reports every two months, as opposed to the earlier stated three. By the way they want these in two days. So, I'll be very, very happy when that all blows over, especially since they become much more critical during these high stress periods. All of this is par for the course at hogwans though.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Hotness

Here it is hot again, and the koreans continue to demonstrate their imperviability. Its been well into the thirties, but many are sticking to jeans and other long hot outfits. Quite astonishing for us who are sweltering to death in shorts. Fortunately the school does have efficient air conditioning. Most places keep their air-conditioners much warmer than in Canada, which I do think is a good idea, since in Canada you go from HOT to freezing your ass off. Here it just makes it bearably cooler inside.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Seoul Again


Seoul this time around was better than last time, chiefly because it was warmer, without being too hot. Here in Daegu it has recently been starting to earn its reputation as Korea’s number one hotspot, much to my dismay. We’ve cleaned out the airconditioner as an acknowledgement. Our apartment seems to defy all physical laws and refuses to cool out naturally, no matter how long or late we leave all doors and windows open, which is quite surpising considering it is a small box with no insulation.

Anyway, back to Seoul. We travelled with Jason from work and his girlfriend Eunji, as well as Mark and Jen and Candace, and her visiting boyfriend from Canada, Ryan. We again had problems locating a suitable hotel, something above crack-den, but below the level of the “Grand”. Eventually after many subway trips and taxis stuck in dense traffic we found the Primero, which was good and relatively cheap, though uninspiring when compared to Busan’s offerings. I guess that’s the sacrifice we make for visiting a world capital.




We spent most of the weekend searching for ethnic foods of one description or another, though we failed somewhat on our second night, and wound up eating at “Johnson’s Pork and Beef” which basically served weiner soup. We were very tired that night and could not be bothered to travel miles in search of goodness. Other nights we did have good Mexican (we almost got the waitress fired when we complained about a screwed up order!), Lebanese, and Indian, in addition to some scattered Korean. Itaewon is the area with the most ethnic since the American base is right next door, and they are very much catering to them. It has also become an attraction for various other westerners such as ourselves, and we actually heard non-English speaking foreigners. They are quite rare elsewhere. Its a very strange area though since it is full of Marines who look exactly like they just left Los Angeles.

The American military presence is very much in evidence in Seoul. I imagine it must have some effect on the local culture. All of the men women and their families live there, so they just go about their business throughout the town as if it wasn’t Korea. The funny thing is that there’s only 38,000 in the whole country. I can’t imagine the impact of the 2 million or more troops in southern England in 1943-44.



Other than that we did some usual touristy things, saw the palace, Insa-dong, an artistic shopping district which was interesting, I briefly visited the Seoul olympic park which happened to be quite near our hotel. It was funny to see Seoul’s river-side bicycle paths, which looked exactly like Ottawa’s only a lot busier. We also wound up watching Star Wars at Asia’s largest underound shopping centre (which truly was large). Eunji fell asleep but all others were well entertained. Star Wars is not a very big phenomenon, although this movie seems to be getting fairly wide play. Very few people have seen any of the original movies, and most of the kids have no idea what Star Wars is. A real difference from their Canadian counterparts.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Management Training

we wound up going to "management training" weekend in the mountains this past weekend. What it had to do with managment I'm not really sure. I guess they were trying to build teamwork and spirit and all those things that employers usually like. Basically it just boiled down to a lot of drinking and staying up all night on Friday.

Typical of general Korean planning initiatives, the theory was to go hiking on Saturday morning, AFTER the evening festivities. As you may imagine, enthusiasm was somewhat tepid by ten o'clock on Saturday. Friday also happens to be all of the foreign teachers' hardest day, with teaching straight through from 2.30 to 8.00, which I can't emphasize enough, is enough to incinerate the hardiest minds. Then straight out for and an hour and half trip in the van, up the windy twisty roads, and then for mountains of galbi, kimchi, and constantly offered soju, from the director, which is rude to turn down.

They also had watermelon, mountains of watermelon, so it seemed a bit like a canadian BBQ. Koreans tend not to under-do the food though, so we were rather over stuffed, since it usually falls on the male foreigners to finish off the piles.

At that point we were conscripted into some sort of Korean gambling game, whose rules remain a complete mystery to me still. SOmething about throwing sticks in the air, and the way the exes turn...

We were staying in a sort of mountain chalet, and there was literally no way to sleep for anyone, since the gambling game continued in a raucous way, and the supposed sleeping room had the lights and TV on. Neither do Koreans seem to believe in lowering their voices for potential sleepers. I think it all has to do with the increased communality of their society, which has much more togetherness than Canadian. In the end the foreigners all just went to sleep around 6, when the less hardy koreans were fading off to bed.

A few hours later I, woke up and joined in with the noodle and kimchi breakfast, although they had helpfully brought some eggs for us as well. The director still wanted to hike, but large numbers of people weren't really into it, so we stayed around splashed in a river. When he and the couple of people who did go, finally came back, we bundled off to the city for another meal. After a couple of people were sick (I'm looking at you Jason), we cut out one planned stop at the giant refrigerator, and cut straight for the meal. After that it was getting on for 5:00 in the afternoon, and we were all dead tired, and ready for bed. All very educational though. Even the Irish girl was tired!

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Korean People

Korean people have definetely got some differences worth mentioning. I may have mentioned that older Koreans, say 40-50+ are a tough bunch. They fight a lot. And drink a lot. The women and the men fight, like cats and dogs. They look weathered.

Its also interesting to see the much less cushy bringing up of children. Mothers don't think anything of smacking their kids in the street, sometimes quite hard.

Men sit crosslegged on the sidewalk.

Today the new gimbap place got their dancing girls... these ones much more scantily clad than usual, causing some embarassment for the potato seller... Well I guess its a bit of excitement for him. Still a very strange custom, as they don't seem to be instructed to look excited or anything, so it just looks sort of sad, with these two girls standing around out front trying to pull in business on a quiet street by doing a quasi-exotic dance.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Mountain Men


Koreans love their mountains. That's a fairly well established fact. They single handedly keep the crampon companies in business. Fortunately this means that there is an extensive network of men taking care of the mountains and those that climb them.

At the peak of our local hill there's a little hut which is manned (on week days) by one of these. What his actual job is I'm not sure, but I guess just to pick up the pieces if someone dies of exhaustion. Today he hailed me down to offer me some coffee. So, I couldn't really turn him down, he seemed so happy to do it, and it seemed very nice. Unfortunately, I didn't quite realise that he was going to brew it all up, at some length, and my time to return to school was getting closer and closer. Another group of hikers approached and they joined in, so we had little coffee fest up on top of the hill. The coffee was bit bizarre, but I felt pretty happy to have it, and he was a really jovial guy, so my very near to lateness and out of breathedness for class was fine.

These guys almost always give you something if you go up the hill, either candy, coffee, or just words of encouragement, and the usual "nice to meet you." So in combination with the generous ajumas you barely need to eat lunch if you go hiking.

Friday, April 29, 2005

The fightin'est bar in all Beommul

Its practically summer like now. More than 30 degrees for the first time. I've started squash. I'm no natural but I am slowly improving I think. Eunji is taking classes with me, but she missed the last two classes, so I had a couple of classes entirely to myself, One of the classes she missed because of drinking for John's birthday on Monday night.

Again we had gone to Dong dong ju, and again there was a bit of a run in. Marcus, from NZ, apparently took excpetion to some comments from a neighbouring table, to do with the mixed dating, and promptly whipped out his own Dong. This caused quite a stir, and much angst from the Koreans. It looked pretty rough for a minute, but soon both sides cleared out their combatants and the evening pretty much came to an end. God, they always think that we're Japanese nationalists or something, and that we want to fight about Dokdo, even though no one gives a rat's ass. Marcus did run with it a bit, just to piss them off. He knows a bit of Korean, and how to annoy them. Anyway, it was far more intense than usual. We might have to steer clear of dong dong ju for a while. (The guy from last time also made a brief appearance, much to our dismay.)

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Arbour Day

Arbour Day went over really well. They said it was 21 degrees, but it felt like more. It truly was summer. We went for a barbeque at Kate’s which was nice and relaxed. I really like the flat roofs here that are excellent for relaxing on.

Last night we went to dong dong ju, even though I felt pretty sick. (I didn’t drink much). The Koreans were very sociable though, and we dealt with a number of old soju men who were serioused doused. Fun to begin with, but they get a bit old after a while. Especially when they get aggressive. After much contemplation, I think it was a mistake for the group to bring up Japan-Korea! Its rife for a possible misunderstanding. Fortunately another, moderately English speaking man, along with their embarassed wives, eventually evacuated them to a taxi. They came back several times, gave us their business cards and seemed intent on forming a norabong party! It was good to have a break today to give my never ending Korean cold a bit of a rest.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Korean Girls

An interesting phenomenon, often commented on, is the attraction of Asian women to western (mostly white) men. This is a pronounced phenomenon here in Korea, but even more so in Thaiand. I didn't see it in China, but we didn't see much there. Even the oldest grottiest guys seem to be perfectly capable of getting hot dates. So, young guys have it pretty easy. Being attached here, this doesn't affect me very much, but its a bit of an eye opener. John, our fellow teacher, has multiple dates a weekend. Almost any single guy here doesn't seem to stay it for very long if he doesn't want to. Anway, its a bit embarassing for me, mostly because I'm not used to it, but the Korean school girls can be quite forward. This is a bit strange since Korean women and society are usually very modest and conservative. But, it doesn't seem to have been bred into the teen just yet. The other day we went out on the lake, and I had to outpaddle a group of crazed schoolgirls. They were the most brazen I've ever encountered, Corie and I were actually quite worried by them, but I've encountered less extreme versions before. The older girls are less forward about it, but they still giggle and stare. Not that this is really a bad thing, its obviously flattering, but, like I said, its a bit embarassing. The same does not seem to hold for western women. Why this is, I'm not exactly sure. Something about social standing no doubt.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Celebrating the Year of the Rooster 雞 in Style


We undertook a tour of Beijing and environs, a very up and down trip.

It seems like pretty much everyone in Daegu does this trip, so we thought, why the heck not? Mark and Jen were going anyway, and Jason and John loved it. I've never been on a group tour before, but I gave it a shot.

Our guide, Roger, was great, but a bit too talkative. He really didn't give us two seconds of peace, without explaining in detail the ring roads, rental prices, history of the communist party, or details of local architecture for several days. On the plus side, we're now wildly well informed on matters such as Beijing tax law.

Other problems being that it was fairly cold, and we got extensive tours of palatial palaces AND their grounds in the blasting north wind. Not that I'm ungrateful, but summer palaces are probably at their best in the summer.

Fortunately, being in a group you can kind of brave the trials together.

On the other plus side, everything is even cheaper than Korea. 30 cents per beer, really does allow you to buy a round for everyone.

The food was good, if well sanitized for us at all the official tour stops. However, the shock of it all proved a bit much for some digestive systems, and we had to contend with a bit of Beijing Belly. On top of that, I got pretty sick on the side, mostly on the day we were in Tiannamen square. That day we ate in the museum, which was awesome. It was straight out of a Bond flick. Huge vaulted ceilings, cold as a mausoleum, and full of gaudy communist memorabilia.

On the actual day of Chinese new year, we had some time off, so a bunch of us went looking for adventure. However, it seems like more of a subdued family holiday, and not much was to be found. (Though I heard later from Jason who was in Shanghai, that it was totally crazy there, so maybe Beijing's just boring and bureaucratic) We did go out for a crazy dinner, in which we basically ordered the craziest stuff we could find. This restaurant was also apparently not used to foreigners, as you could honstly have heard a spoon drop when we first walked into the crowded dining room. Fortunately there were several of us. Anyway, we got snake soup, jelly fish something, and stir fried frog. The jelly fish was truly pestilential, and we had to quietly dispose of it in a plant. The snake soup was good, but salty. The frog was great, but far too bony. Anyway, thanks to Lee who worked all of that out.

The Great Wall was as you may imagine, great. It snowed while we were up there, turning it into a giant luge conduit.

Mark turned out to be a champion haggler. Mostly because he's such a bastard. Anyway, he bought thousands of rolexes, and mao watches to distribute to all family members far and wide, for 5 bucks or something. The peddlers are persistent pains in the ass. They chase us all over the place, and pretty much never, ever leave you alone. And woe betide you if you actually talk to one. Then its a barnacle all the way. Mark really kind of got in trouble that way, especially before we knew about them. Fortunately he recovered himself by being such a champion haggler. He and Jen are real shopaholics too..... you'd never have guessed. Even Corie can't keep up.



One of our number, Steve, constantly got lost and seperated from the group, which suited him fine. The rest of us kept up with the constant refrain of "happy tours!" from Roger. You can tell Rog has been doing this for a while.

We also visited the hutons, small traditional houses, which they are quickly tearing down to make way for apartment blocks. Those areas were awesome. We went over to some poor old lady's house to eat; the food was excellent. She kept pigeons as a hobby. Chinese men really do seem to be obsessed with ping pong. (The Chinese equivalent of Ding Ding Dang (a school in Daegu), is Ping Ping Pang!!)

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Heating here in Korea makes me culturally insensitive. Basically the philosphy is - why bother insulating when we only have 3 months of winter and another 3 of blazing heat. The school likes to blast heat into the classrooms for 10-15 minutes, making them intolerably hot and distressing the kids. Then they turn it off and the rooms start to freeze within 10 minutes. It somehow doesn't seem like the best system, and is a real annoying extra feature in the teaching world. All it would take would be insulation and all would be calm.

At home its not much better, except without the blasting heat. Its more of an incredibly slow build up until we lose it all when we turn of the heat fan.

Only a month or two left of that stuff though.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Genius Class

Nobel is doing surprisingly better now. Within one day they've memorized probably 75% of their performance. The slower ones are still worse, but still, Jenny and Eddie are even pretty good. The cues still need work, but I'm less worried about them now. Jessie started working on their movements with them, so I got a lot of free time on Friday again.

We went out to Siji with Jason, Mark and Jen on Friday. Beer world is right across from Walmatu, so we went over in a mistaken idea to shop while drunken. Now we have more porridge than we really need.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

January Stress

The situation at work is getting worse. We had rehearsals for the presentation today. It didn't go well, and the infighting is now open among the Korean teachers. We really luck out not speaking korean a lot of the time. We don't have to infight, and we don't have to deal with the parents. However, even John, the calmest of the foreign teachers seems to be having some problems with management over this one. It just seems like nothing is planned, and they are pilling way too much onto the kids to learn this quickly. I wish we worked in a public school. They don't give a rat's ass about the parents. But we have to placate every stupid whim they have, even if the dumbest child in the class's mom wants them to star, ahead of several students who can actually speak.... Naming no names. "Oh, by the way, even though you're doing the Sound of Music, could Billy be a cowboy? And could he have a solo?" And then the lovely partner teacher calmly agrees to it!!!

Nobel is hopeless so far. They FINALLY have their scripts, after changing from sound of music, to aristocats, to jungle book. However, since we have to make it so long, I have my doubts that they will learn it properly, at least the weaker students. Beckham and Steven will be fine, but Jenny and Terry, I have my doubts about. Thank god Jessie/Grace Teacher is helping us, especially since Debbie has to help Kepler class now. She's definetely gettting stressed too.

We bought a DVD player but, we can't get it to work. We will have to enlist Unji or some other person wise to the ways of Korean to help us.

Oxford class was fine today, Polly was a bit more toned down than usual. That is to say, only 100 decibels.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Thailand

We were in Bangkok on the 26th, having flown in the night before. We toured around the city, trying to work out where things were, getting lost, and the usual tourist stuff, so we had no contact with the news all day. When we got to Bangkok airport nothing seemed out of the ordinary, although all flights to Phuket were slightly delayed. However, we didn't think anything much of that, since its hardly uncommon. Even in the waiting room there was no real buzz about waves or anything. The airline didn't mention anything, so we boarded the plane and flew off knowing absolutely nothing about the disaster.


When we arrived in Phuket we only started to realise gradually that something was up. There were very few taxis waiting at the airport, which based on our limited experience of Thailand was very strange; in Bangkok you can't go near the street without being mobbed by eager chauffeurs. Gradually people formed into groups going to the same places to pool cabs, and it was then that we heard that there had been tsunamis on Phuket, and around the Indian Ocean. Still we didn't quite understand the scope of it, thinking it had only been a bit of an inconvenience, but when we got to the hotel we realised a bit better. There was debris throughout the streets of Patong, and aimless crowds milling about. At the hotel they told us about overturned cars and destroyed buildings, people swept away, and then we realised that we had landed in the middle of a real emergency. They had BBC news on in the lobby, so that was surreal. The hotel was in an uproar, obviously, the rooms hadn't been cleaned and the receptionists were being pressed by many different guests all wanting to leave, or find information or something.


On Monday morning we went out to see what the situation was. Patong beach was quite badly hit. Not nearly as seriously as some other areas like Khao Lak, just north of us, where thousands were dead, but many people had been killed, and the beach front was totally smashed to pieces. I'm sure you've seen pictures of similar places. Cars and scooters were thrown everywhere, boats too, and every possible piece of debris was scattered up and down the beach and the streets were clogged with rubble. The tacky tourist shops that lined the area spilled all of their merchandise, so we saw shoes, clothes of all sorts, manequins, bar paraphanalia, hotel counters, plants, etc... everywhere. Tourists were rubber necking up and down by this point, since the relatively low number of casualties had allowed the authorities to deal with the dead and injured quickly the day before.


At this point we didn't really know what to do. Most stores and restaurants were still closed at that point, even further inland where damage had been slight. We couldn't really do anything to help, as there was no apparent coherent direction to the clean up. It was overwhelming for everyone. We walked around having a look around, up and down the beach, and then went to look for some lunch. We did eventually find an Indian restaurant that was opening up.


From that point on things gradually got back to something like normal. Stores and restaurants further inland that hadn't been damaged opened up. We found out that the waves had been selective in the destruction. Certain areas were much more badly damaged than others, so we decided to get out of the way in Patong, which was pretty bad, and see the other areas. From that point on there was little that we could do other than carry on pretty much as we normally would have. It seemed a bit unreal, and we probably would have felt differently had we been there at the time of the wave. Many tourists who had been there did leave. The hotels that remained open took in those fleeing their hotels on the first days, but later they all went to Bangkok or back home. Many governments helped to arrange for transportation. We also felt that it wouldn't do the Thais any favours if all tourists suddenly left. By the end of our time, people were definetely back to their usual ways, and New Year's was fairly lively. They had candlelight memorial services at midnight.

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Being in Thailand itself I could definetely see why it is such a popular destination. Bangkok is not nearly as scary or polluted as I had the impression of it. It is huge, and hot, and crowded, but is also amazing and, even for fairly green westerners such as ourselves, we easily made our way around. I've never seen temples or churches anything like the temples they have which are glittering and ornamented, and simple at the same time. I was blown away. Compared to the temples here in Korea they were a bit austentacious. Sort of like the difference between some protestant churches and Catholic baroque architecture. I was also really impressed by the canals in Bangkok. People still live in houses of all sorts, up and down these little canals. It was an amazingly beautiful area of the city, with people swimming outside their houses, relaxing on the porches, and palm trees all around with the cooling breeze of the water. The food, was totally awesome in all of its varieties, roadside and restaurant. All told I preferred the plentiful Indian food better though.


Until going to Thailand I hadn't realised how self contained and inward looking Korea is. In Korea you hardly ever see a westerner over the age of 35 or under 20. There we saw tourists of all stripes, not just in Phuket, but also in Bangkok. English was also far more prevalent than here. In Korea the women at tourist information booths hardly speak English at all, and the random population, in general, knows pretty much none. In Thailand though, they all knew tonnes, even the cabbies. Obviously Phuket itself is a bit of a special case and I don't really base my comments on it, but even in Bangkok the level of English was strong. Advertisements often appeared in both languages. Western brands were also predominant all across Thailand to a much greater extent than here. In Korea domestic brands are strongly promoted, even if they are selling much the same things as western companies. Western food was much more readily available. In Korea western food is, for the most part, limited to Burger King and Subway. Tourists are obviously much more catered to. They put up maps everywhere, have English menus, and are capitalising on tourists far more. In Bangkok thousands of vendors continually offer all manner of services and products, while in Korea, even the biggest tourist traps seem quite free of this. I hadn't realised how "un-westernised" Korea is since it does have its share of Macdonalds.


Phuket was a serious tourist trap. It was beautiful, but all things considered I would try to go to a smaller island next time. The number of European sun seekers was quite amazing. The signs there had so much German and Scandinavian it felt like Europe more than Asia in many ways.


Thailand was also a land of greater extremes in wealth, we saw many extremely poor people without shoes and kids on the street, but the office towers made of marble and glass glitter in the sun while porsches drive the streets. The malls are something to behold, some of them almost comically ornate. But they do have good deals!


It seemed like British influence was much stronger there than here where American is huge. They generally used British spellings on signs, had BBC, used British products, and drove on the left (though this may be ancient). Thailand was never a colony, but it neighbours Burma which was, and must have had some influence from there. Here American spelling dominates, we get American Forces Network, and no one even considers Britain as far as I can tell.


One interesting feature I've never seen before was their devotion to the king, Rama IX. His face addorns giant medallions downtown and shrines across the country. Criticising him will get you in jail, to the point that defacing bills, which he is featured on, will apparently get you beaten up.


Those are some of the things that spring to mind after returning, based on my two days in Bangkok and 5 in Phuket, so it may not be an exactly representative sample of Thailand, but that's what struck me. Also to keep in mind, I live in Daegu, which is not a tourist or capital city, so I'll have to reserve final judgement until I visit Seoul.