There it is again! Blubber sloshing in my stomach, heavy liquid swaying up and down with my footsteps, nauseous, disgusting! A very distinct feeling, but it only comes when I walk up the stairs, and I must extinguish it! Is this how it feels to be fat? A chubber? Nothing I do changes the fact. I feel I could limit every day to a handful of cold rice, and spend the whole of that day sprinting away from exploding machine guns, and still steadily apply pound after pound of greasy flesh to this belly. By the time I escape Busan I’ll be a hutt, I’ll have lost my legs to evolution, and I’ll be slithering on my skin…no more pants, just a button-up shirt.

Today it was Sunday, the day of rest. It should really be spent chilling, drinking tea and watching illegal downloads. Especially since it was raining. Instead, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed to make the mission to Songjeong beach to go and collect my surfboard. It has been sitting there for two months, and I pay a rental fee to leave it there – so before it ticked over to 1st December I thought I best go collect it.

To get to Songjeong from my house involves the following transport route. 30 minute bus ride from my house to subway. Ride subway (with one changeover) for 40 minutes until the end of the line. Then catch bus to Songjeong or get a cab which costs 3500 won. So an hour and half later I am at the shop, drenched, searching for my board. It seemed to have been stolen – but my close to tears state of being was thankfully quelled when I (and a very nervous looking shop attendant) found my board stashed behind an enormous long board.

When I paid up my account, the lady shop owner led me to the wall in the lounge area and proudly showed me some pictures that had been blown up and stuck on a huge laminated poster. There I was, in all  my poo-man glory…being dropped in on by their star surfer. Wow. Talk about awesome immortalised poses.

Eventually, what seemed like years later, I was on the final leg of my journey home. I was pushed into a chair by a well meaning Korean man and was gripping my board to stop it flying around the bus (yes, it’s a shitty thing to lug around on public transport but when it’s raining its even worse). Just when I was beginning to get bored after 5 hours of solid Sunday missioning, I looked over to the lady sitting parallel to me. She was playing with something in her hand but I couldn’t quite see what it was. Apparently there was no need to wonder what it was, because she deftly opened up her mouth and plunged it between her lips, smacked her gums noisily and then did a ‘testing’ smile into the window. Her toothy reflection smiled back at me.

Yes, when all else fails there WILL be someone putting their false teeth back in on the good old 71. I giggled the last 5 minutes home and then made some mini banana pancakes to save the day.

So I have been doing research on teaching English in the east since last year and what I could gather Korea and Taiwan was the two best options.  I had difficulty locating information specific to South Africans as the English teaching market is flooded by Americans and Canadians.  And we Saffa’s are just different from those from the northern hemisphere.  Our culture and approach to life is just different.  Blog after blog after blog it dawned on me that Korea would be my best option.  Nicola and I even conducted a little experiment on facebook to help us decide between Korea and Taiwan.  We assigned both Korea and Taiwan a different color and made our statements that people had to choose one of these colors.  Although we only received about 20 responses before one of my friends spoiled the experiment by stating that she thought Korea was the best option the outcome of the experiment was KOREA!!!  So now in the final months before our departure I can truly say that I am well prepared for what lays ahead in 2010.  It’s a pity that we are going to miss the World Cup (well not really, I mean have you been to Jo’burg lately – its roadworks everywhere and building bridges and stadiums and and and (which is not a bad thing as its good for SA) its chaos), it’s not every day such a big events comes to South Africa.

In preparing for Korea I really searched for some South Africans in Korea and read up on their experiences.  Thanks to Facebook I stumbled upon the South Africans in Korea group (http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2309967428&ref=ts) which has assisted me in so many ways.  The members of this group were always very eager to answer all of my question and I truly feel that the South Africans in Korea is truly a close knit community.   Hey maybe one of these days we could have a little Cape Town or Jo’burg town in the heart of Seoul.  That would be weird though.  Can you imagine a shebeen, corner café with fish and chips and a king pie, or even better a chicken licken.  Maybe someday!  Anyway back to the preparation, I came across a blog called SafKorea (http://safkorea.wordpress.com/) which has truly been an excellent resource.  The blogger (who since left Korea) has truly been amazing in posting all relevant information on his blog like how we Saffa’s are exempt from paying pension and tax to how to obtain the tax clearance certificate from the oh so greedy SARS!!!  My endless strolls through the digital passage ways of the internet led me to some other blogs that really gave me an idea of how certain Saffa’s experience the Korean culture! (oh and since I’m not in Korea yet I have no idea if South Africans refer to themselves as Saffas, but while I was living in the UK Saffa’s was our nickname).  Reading through these blogs really helped me in getting my mindset right for this endeavor because culture shock here I come!  Since I had to pack my bags for a whole year’s worth of stuff, I know that it is almost impossible to fit everything you need in just 20 kilos.  I learned this the hard way since I lived somewhat as a hobo those first three months in England! Luckily Emirates has a 30kg capacity, although University was too good for me so my clothes are all a size bigger now since then!  My recruiter advised me to let my parents ship most of my summer clothes to Korea once I get a confirmed address, as this will make the packing just such as easier task.  Apparently, and I will still confirm this, but you can ship a 20 kg package to Korea for about R500.  And that’s not too bad as buying new clothes and shoes of 20kg’s will be way more that just 500 bokke!  So I think I’ll ship my summer clothes, and by the time it reaches Korea it will be Spring and a nice way to say okay you may go to the beach now!

I think it is very important to embark on something like Korea consciously and fully prepared.  There is nothing that will truly prepare me for that moment I set foot on Korean soil but having a great knowledge on what lies ahead can only be beneficial!  Google is our friend and it should be used to learn as much as possible.  I mean I am very picky when it comes to food, and I am brutally honest when I say that the Korean dishes frighten me a wee bit, but hey try everything at least once, and then you spit! Ha ha! Anyway from my research I learned that Co-op has a lot of more familiar foods so at least I won’t go hungry, although a rice diet might do me some good!

Anyway the moral of the story is to be prepared.  As everything that I have learned over the past year from Korea might be completely irrelevant once I finally get there, but at least I can embark on this journey knowingly on what lays ahead and calm my s(e)oul!

Christo

FT notes the lack of activity going on at Keppel harbour, in “Vulnerable Singapore reflects a picture of inactivity”

From the palm-fringed beaches of Singapore’s east coast, it is possible to see the islands of Indonesia across the narrow strait that separates the two countries.

These days, though, the view is obscured by hundreds of ships lying at anchor, some of them part of the estimated 10 per cent of the world container fleet idled due to lack of business. At the ultra-modern Pasir Panjang container terminal, stacks of empty containers piled up behind protective fencing tell a similar story.

Singapore, the world’s largest container port by throughput, looks likely to suffer a bigger fall in traffic than many other ports this year, in spite of a slight uptick in traffic in provisional figures for October.

The port’s two terminal operators suffered a 16.5 per cent fall in throughput to 21,255,900 twenty-foot equivalent units (teu) in the 10 months to the end of October. Throughput moved up considerably in October to 2,314,300 teu from 2,145,400 in September, potentially signalling a recovery, but remained well below last October’s total of 2,522,000 teu.

As a global transshipment hub for traffic between Asia, Europe and the US west coast, Singapore is highly vulnerable to a decline in world trade on the scale caused by the global financial crisis – 85 per cent of the port’s container throughput is transshipment traffic. [Comment: That's because transships count both inward and outward flows, which means the impact of economic ups and downs are amplified - REALLY good in good times, and really sucky in the bad]

You can see it for yourself. Just take a drive on the AYE/ECP, and note the number of crane “birds” that are standing up. If they are up, it means they are idle. Of course, FT notes that the silence is not just confined to Singapore. All other ports are suffering too. From “Ports face crisis as volumes fall”

The world’s container ports industry is facing a sharp reversal in its fortunes as the sector’s first ever year-on-year fall in volumes forces an abrupt change from breakneck expansion to retrenchment.

The four biggest operators – Hong Kong’s Hutchison Ports, Singapore’s PSA, Denmark’s APM Terminals and Dubai’s DP World – have cut costs, including laying off staff, and delayed or cancelled new construction projects.

London-based Drewry Shipping Consultants forecasts a year-on-year fall of 10.3 per cent in containers moved this year, compared with 4.6 per cent growth in 1982, the previous worst year since 1956, when container shipping started.

“Before October 2008, our industry was used to 10 to 15 per cent annual growth in global trade volumes,” said Kim Fejfer, chief executive of APM Terminals.

“Not only are we in the middle of a volume crisis but our customers, the container carriers, are in an even more difficult situation because of the overcapacity in that particular sector,” he added.

The main problem is that everyone is vying to be a transshipment hub. Take Busan’s new bleeding edge facility, for example, or even YangShan (near Shanghai). In such an environment, you can expect discounting and undercutting to continue, as governments everywhere try to justify the massive investments in what has turned out to be lots of idle capacity. From “Cranes idle in Busan’s state-of-the-art facility”

At Busan’s new port on the southern tip of the Korean peninsula, a huge blue crane is loading containers on to a large ship docked at the waterfront while big yellow cranes are sitting nearby, ready to offload and stack containers as soon as new ships arrive.

Port officials boast the state-of-the-art facilities have slashed labour costs and boosted efficiency by 30 per cent with the driverless cranes able to stack containers in empty slots automatically.

But many of the cranes are sitting idle at this spacious new terminal. Few ships are calling here and mountains of empty containers are stacked all over the place. South Korea built the new port three years ago as Busan’s old terminal, the world’s fifth-largest container port, became congested.

But the new port, at the heart of Seoul’s ambition to make Busan a logistics hub of north-east Asia, has been suffering from chronic overcapacity since its opening in 2006. The port has seen 14 new berths open as part of the $8.6bn project, which originally planned to have 30 berths operating by 2015. The fall in cargo volumes has prompted the authorities to delay the expansion.

Busan is already a large transshipment port, with 45 per cent of its business made up of this type of traffic. But those volumes are falling as it loses out to the the new port of Yangshan, near Shanghai in China.

Port officials hope that all these efforts, together with an economic recovery, will help lift cargo volumes. But they admit that unless there is a strong economic recovery, the problems will not go away.

Right. Which means that yet again, the entire shipping world is waiting for the American consumer to break out of its credit funk, and start spending like there’s no tomorrow. But as a previous posting has pointed out, Xmas in US is going to be really bleak this year. FT notes “Outlook grim for ports in southern California”

From his perch at the Marine Exchange control centre high up on the hill overlooking the San Pedro bay in southern California, Dick McKenna has seen first hand this year the effects of the slowdown in global trade.

Captain McKenna is executive director of the Marine Exchange, which manages the flow of ships entering and leaving the ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach, a vast port system that is the biggest in the western hemisphere and a crucial entry point into the US for cargo from Asia.

But after more than a decade of expansion and uninterrupted growth Los Angeles and Long Beach has hit a fallow patch. The global recession has left terminal operators suffering from a capacity glut: many of the cranes and top-loading equipment used to unload containers from ships are idle while the number of vessels coming into the San Pedro bay is sharply down on a year ago.

“Usually you would see the containers and boxes stacked high,” says Captain McKenna, peering at the Los Angeles port through a pair of binoculars. He is looking at the APM Terminals Pier 400 operation, the largest proprietary container terminal facility in the world. “But there are so many grounded containers today.”

The slowdown has forced operators at Los Angeles and Long Beach to cut costs as volumes have declined. The slowdown and the growth of rival ports in the Pacific north-west in Seattle and the Prince Rupert operation in Canada have also switched the balance of power to shipping lines bringing cargo into the US.

If shipping lines are unhappy with prices charged by the terminal operators they can take their business elsewhere to get a better deal – an option that was not available to them 18 months ago when Los Angeles and Long Beach were full to capacity.

“Volumes in the past year have been 10 to 30 per cent off,” says Alan McCorkle, managing director of APM Terminals Pier 400, which is part of the Danish Møller-Maersk group. “This has always been a capacity constraint market and shipping lines have always had to go with whatever the terminal operators were offering.”

But the recession has changed all that. “Now, they can go across the water next door [to Long Beach], they can go to the Pacific north west or they can go to the east coast.”

Welcome to the most bizarre feeling in the world. (Photo credit: VMR)

Getting your feet nibbled at by lots of small fish is a strange, strange feeling. It takes some getting used to especially if you’re ticklish.

I first saw this technique on T.V. where the person’s entire body was immersed in water for the fish to feast on.

On a visit to Busan, South Korea in 2008, my sister Vivette (who lives in the country and whose feet are featured in the photo) and her friends Tori and Andrea (you will also find Andrea’s feet in the photo) took me to Dr. Fish.

For a modest sum of money, you can have your feet nibbled at in one corner of the Dr. Fish bar and then finish off the afternoon with a nice cup of tea and cake. The bar also has WIFI for those who feel the need to check their email…

Da Vinci's Study for the Head of Leda--for many months she was my goddess!

So I go back to sleep—an anonymous vandal once wrote in Pompeii that “Lovers are like bees in that they live a honeyed life”, and what’s a bee without honey?—to this long hibernation. Less than seven months and one week remain, and rather than a woman my heart beats slowly and drowsily for that point in time when nothing remains. I wake from this sleep only to raise my fist to the air and say aloud, Busan!—the stagnant state of mind, the cement of thought and soul, not necessarily the city—I will escape you!

The fifth annual Hakyoreh-Busan International Symposium on the subject of communication and peace in Northeast Asia organized by the Hankyoreh Foundation for Reunification and Culture (HFRC) began Thursday at the Nurimaru APEC House located in Busan. Experts and scholars who convened continued discussions through Friday on pressing current issues, including methods to resolve the North Korea nuclear issue.

Lim Dong-won, chairperson of the Hankyoreh Foundation for Reunification and Culture, opened the symposium by saying, “A comprehensive package deal is the only way to resolve the North Korea nuclear issue, to ensure a peaceful government and to bring
about an end to the Cold War that remains on the Korean Peninsula.” Lim added, “Although there have been so many obstacles, once we have reaffirmed our belief in the  power of negotiation, we will be able to attain the final goal of bringing about an end to
the Cold War on the Korean Peninsula.” Chung Mong-joon, chairman of the ruling Grand National Party (GNP), said in his
congratulatory address, “A consultative body needs to be put together on increasing peace and communication within Northeast Asia.” Busan Mayor Hur Nam-sik welcomed international researcher and experts by saying, “This year’s symposium could serve as the site of bipartisan leadership on peace in Northeast Asia.”

Gargi Sen, director, Magic Lantern Foundation was present at the symposium and presented a paper on distribution.

Pendant les vacances d’été, un ami français à moi est venu en Corée à Busan. Il est resté pendant 10 jours. Donc, j’ai fait le guide pour lui. Je voulais lui montrer beaucoup de paysages en Corée. Dans un premier temps, je l’ai présenté mes parents, ensuite on a dîné. C’était un peu difficile comme communication parce que j’ai fait l’interprète. C’était dur….

Busan  est au-dessus de la mer. Alors je lui ai montré “Gwangalli”. “Gwangalli” est un pont très connu. Il passe au milieu de la mer. Le pont est plus beau la nuit, très lumineux. Mon ami s’est bien amusé. Il a pris beaucoup de photos.

Il y a longtemps, la Corée fut le pays du Bouddhisme. C’est pour ça qu’on a plusieurs restes archéologique datant de la période bouddhiste. Nous sommes allés dans un temple vers la banlieue de Busan. Mon ami étudie aussi l’art, donc il était intéressé par la peinture sur le mur du temple. On a mangé du “Bibimbap” : riz cuit mélangé avec de la viande et des légumes, servi avec de la purée de piments. Quand il est arrivé en Corée, c’était dur pour lui de manger le plat pimenté. Mais il m’a dit que petit à petit, il devenait Coréen.

Sa chose préférée en Corée, c’est la culture de nuit. En France, la majorité des magasin ferme à 19 heures. Nous commençons à 19 heures. Un jour, il est allé en boîte de nuit avec un ami coréen. Il était vraiment amusé par la nuit de Corée.

Même si la communication était difficile, mes parents étaient heureux. S’il revient en Corée, la prochaine fois je lui montrerai plus de choses que cette année.

 Eun-Sun HUH, étudiante coréenne, 3° année communication

This is the way it goes between first and second period: a twenty minute break in the children’s book library, an oasis of warmth on the fifth floor of Changjin Elementary in Sasang, Busan, South Korea. The rest of the school’s windows gape wide open to the cool air whirling down to us from the north, but the windows in the library stay shut while the heater stays on, and for the first few minutes there I try to settle in with a book and recalibrate my brain. I’m no longer playing with kids, I’m alone, I’m reading, I’m focusing, absorbing, analyzing, trying to print my soul with the thoughts in this text, not sure if any company will join me.

“…Good, but if there is anything in such a state as both to be and not to be, that would lie between that which simply is and that which is not at all; is that correct?…”

The wooden sliding door roars open and a handful of third grade girls comes in. I finish marking the text while they wait a moment; one says something about Christmas, grabs a Christmas book (“If You Take A Mouse To The Movies”), and we read it together at one of the round tables, sitting on chairs which are themselves strange combinations of stools and cushions colored lime green. Their understanding of English is extremely rudimentary but I tell myself that we’re there just to practice reading, so I make them read to me, but one by one they grow bored, tuck themselves under the table, and then melt away out the door.

I’ve managed to dragoon one of them, a girl in blue with a husky voice whom I’ve never seen before. I encourage her, correct her as she reads, and do my best to define the words by pointing to the pictures and miming the ideas. The bell rings (actually an electric string of musical notes on the intercom), she skips out the door and down the dark hallway while I rush in to class and, once again, for the thousandth time, ask thirty kids how they’re doing with the enthusiasm of a talk show host or a school mascot running along packed bleachers.

Monday and Tuesday classes are full of the good kids, fifth graders, so I put a lot of energy into them and they go quickly. Before I know it I’m sitting in the library again for five minutes (“My good man, of all these beautiful things is there a single one which will not sometimes appear ugly?”) when the girl returns alone to continue: a sign somehow that I’ve made an impact. We continue with our mouse book. She leans in very close to the words—so close I can feel her breath on my fingers—and reads more quickly as we move along. But we still don’t have enough time. The bell rings and out we go: while dancing down the dark hallway my payment is a grin.

Gunboat Diplomacy

I don’t even remember what I was going to write here. It began a moment ago in the warm lamplight of my little room in Busan, where I, distracted with loneliness, began glancing through the poetry of Cavafy for some kind of solace. Ithaka has encouraged me to remain in motion before, and Ionic, which I just saw for the first time, I thought so exquisite that I wanted to write it down in my notebook. But before I could do that I had to report the situation, the state of the environment, you know, and that outpouring brought me here—why keep it private? Why not share?

I’m not surrounded by the terrible silence that comes sometimes after I stop talking with my friends on the other side of the world; through the window comes the windy sound of cars, a television murmurs in the ceiling, a bass beat climbs and falls. Nonetheless, night’s the time for company, and so many of the ones I miss are fast asleep.

Two Saturdays ago I went to Busan with 3 friends. None of them had been there before to just explore, and I hadn’t spent much time there either. I’ve only been to Busan once to get to the fast train, and another time I followed a friend walking around an underground mall, then went to a bookstore. This time, our goals were a temple and a beach.

One of our first stops was a mall to get some food and work out where to go. We found a chess board with 3 pieces, so we set about trying to get checkmate in 7 moves. Turns out that it’s not easy with only 3 pieces total.

After that, we did a Max Rider ride, Alice in Wonderland. Max Rider is basically a car in a dark, curtained off room that shakes you around (the car, not the room). You wear 3-d glasses and watch a movie in front of you while the car jolts about and vibrates. I did one a few weeks ago that jerked around a little too much, but this time was better. I also didn’t wear my glasses this time (my actual ones, I wore the 3D ones) which helped. There was a gaggle of Middle School girls there who tried very hard to tell us things in English and asked how we liked it when we came out.

We went to Burger King next (ew. I had onion rings), then I went on a small trip around the mall looking for a place to buy batteries for my camera. We were in a mall filled with mostly strange designer clothes and jewelry, so I couldn’t find any. Fortunately, we found some in a store on the way to the temple.

I don’t remember the name of the temple, but it’s near Haeundai beach, and very beautiful.

This butterfly was on a stone underneath the buddha and his disciples. I can read hanguel, and R can read some of the kanji/Chinese, but we didn’t have the skills between us to read the whole thing.

While roaming, R met this dog which he named Mu. I was content to have a gate between us, though R reached right in and pet him. I’m not really a dog person.

I went in one of the temples, which had a sea of small Buddha statues inside. While I’m not religious, and not Buddhist, I felt the need to bow as I stepped in. Judo and hapkido training, I guess. I walked around the room quietly, soaking in the serenity as I looked at the hundreds of small, green buddhas lining the wall, stacked up like one side of a pyramid. Before walking out I bowed again.

A lead us instinctively to this market, which we found while trying to get to the beach.

Polka Polka hair club!

I loved the beach the moment I saw it. It’s strange for me to see tall buildings and mountains at a beach. Usually, for me, a beach is out in the middle of nowhere and might have some houses/cottages nearby, and a forest. Even though it was the off season, there were loads of people – most of them dressed in fall clothes. We were down to t-shirts and rolled up jeans, wading in the water.

We noticed a man early on walk by wearing only a speedo. Later, as we were walking down the boardwalk in hopes of finding tourist shops (there were only restaurants), we noticed about a half dozen of these people, which we named the International Speedo Club (they weren’t Korean, as far as I could tell).

After that, we found a place that sold tacos to have supper (I think it’s called The Fuzzy Navel), and I had a veggie burrito, which was delicious.

On the subject of veggie food… it finally happened. With about 3 months left, I made the switch a little while ago from vegan to vegetarian. It was not working, and I had arrived at a point where I wasn’t eating well because I couldn’t find the food I usually go for back home, as a vegan. Even being vegetarian is a challenge here, but it’s easier.

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Here is my much-procrastinated catch up blog. Catching up for the past six weeks.

I’ve decided the reason I choose to  write long-winded posts about my current flavor of  frustration or whatever I read in the New York Times over what I’m actually doing, while I live in Asia and do different and sometimes interesting things, is because I don’t really tend to rehash my memories the way I do my opinions or my daily struggles – at least I don’t do it verbally. I do it with pictures.

Welcome to the new blog scheme: photo of the week.

Rules: there will be one, and only one (if you want to see more you know where to go) photo of the week, plus a few brief notes on the events of that week.

Begin!

Week of November 9 – 15, 2009

the morning of my 23rd

Well, actually this photo is from my birthday, the 16th. I woke up early to skype with my parents – I went down to the Karosu-gil (a cute street with lots of boutiquey stores and coffee shops with free wi-fi) and all the gingko leaves had fallen and the whole street was covered with gold leaves. It was beautiful.

Week of November 2 – 8, 2009

This weekend I got the hell out of  Seoul  and visited Tom in the village of Hobub, a little outside Icheon. It’s pretty rural and kind of reminded me of the Korean knockoff of my hometown of Vinland, Kansas. The picture is of the house that Tom’s apartment is connected to. When I was there the whole courtyard was full of plastic tubs of new kimchi.

Week of October 26 – November 1, 2009

It was Halloween weekend. Due to a natural disaster of laziness and poor planning, I did not have a costume. But, I did celebrate, in the usual manner of a weekend in Seoul.

Week of October 19 – 25, 2009

Tom, Peter, Amy and I climbed Gwanaksan in southern Seoul. I finally succeeded in taking a somewhat clear photograph of the elusive Korean squirrel, and we made friends with many ajumas (older ladies) who wanted to feed us as we hiked up the mountain. The next day Tom and I went to the Seoul Design Olympiad, which I already blogged a little bit about. It was futuristic and spectacular!

Week of October 12 – 18, 2009

This weekend Amy and I visited a fellow Jayhawk, Emily in Anyang. On Sunday I went for a long bike ride on the Han River with Tom.

Week of October 5 – 11, 2009 PLUS Chuseok Weekend!

BONUS! Since I was too lazy to ever post about my Chuseok surf trip, I’ll let you have two pics for this one “week.” Aren’t I nice?

meatasaurus rex

Yeah, I started eating meat again. This weekend was Canadian Thanksgiving and my friend Garth’s birthday, so clearly we had to do something special – like hit up the all you can eat Brazillian steak place that is conveniently located in Apgujeong. This night was long and very memorable, but not very bloggable. Summary: I met someone nice.

two tigers

Amy and I had a lot of fun in Busan over Chuseok – we went with a tour group and visited a Buddhist temple, the Jagalchi Fish Market, and spent a lot of time on the beach swimming and exploring and learning to surf. We ate sea snails and saw little kids wearing hanbok (traditional Korean costume) playing in the surf on Chuseok morning. And I did manage to surf with varying degrees of success!

Well, I’m here. Around 7800 miles and 22 hours later and I arrived in sunny Jangyu (except it was night so it was dark as opposed to sunny. The flights weren’t as bad as I thought they’d be, watched ‘Up’ between Heathrow and Dubai – an ok film, 6 thumbs up; and watched ‘G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra’ between Dubai and Seoul – just really really bad, 3 thumbs up. Then there was a short flight down to Gimhae where the only thing I watched was myself, in weird out of body experiences, as I fell asleep repeatedly for periods of about 10 seconds.

Jangyu, where I’m living is a smallish new town that was built primarily so that people could live here, paying low rent and breathing clean air whilst commuting to the larger towns and cities. It’s mostly made up of tall faceless apartment towers, shops and tonnes of places to eat. I’m pretty sure that everywhere in Korea is a place to eat. It’s about half an hour by bus from Busan which is the second largest city in the country.

I got to my apartment at around 10pm local time and after offending the landlord by not taking my shoes off before I went inside (I knew I was supposed to but it completely slipped my mind) and collapsed into what I assumed would be a sort of condensed hibernation. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and I woke up at around 4am and just lay there for a bit.

Anyway, over the next couple days I got to know my bosess of the two hagwons I’d be working at, the other teachers and some of the kids. Got a health check done – apparently I’m blood type A+ which is disappointingly common. I also don’t have AIDS so that’s nice. They’re both small schools each with one director who is also a teacher, one Korean teacher and now me. I’m working Monday, Wednesday, Friday at one, and I’ll leave it up to you to figure out when I’m working at the other (hint: I get weekends off).

The week just gone I started teaching classes. It’s pretty daunting when your just chucked into a class and told to teach them for 50 minutes without any kind of prep time or materials, but I blagged my way through, even though it would have been easy to comply with the kids’ wishes of  “TEACHER! GAME!” I’ve found it surprisingly tiring generally, there are never more than 8 or 9 of them in a class, and usually it’s just 4 or 5, but you’ve got to be alert to what they’re doing all the time otherwise they get bored and then you lose them.

Outside of teaching I’ve tried new food like kimchi, donkkaseu, Korean BBQ, some raw fish, the weirdest sandwich in the world – was asked “Is ham and cheese ok?” said “Yes.” got ham, cheese, egg, bean sprouts, white cabbage, carrot, mustard, something that tasted like smooth Branston pickle, and a bit of gherkin. Now, it was good. Really good. But it was just unexpected and very very weird. And messy. Generally the food here is pretty great, although buying any western food you tend to have to go to one of the bigger supermarkets – there’s a Homeplus (Tesco) in the next town over.

Outside of teaching and eating I’ve met a few other foreigners. About 12 or so of us went out in Changwon which is a bigger town than Jangyu about 10-20 minutes away by car/bus. We went for Korean BBQ, went to a soju bar – that stuff is so cheap! You can by a 360ml bottle for 1000 won (about 50p) but it gives you the worst hangover ever. Went to a couple of ‘western bars’ where there are just loads of, you guessed it – westerners. For some reason it felt weird to see so many. But both were decent places. Also tried out a Korean club, normally I don’t think we would be allowed in, but as there were a couple of natives with us we were given a pass. The urinals overlooked the whole club, they were on a balcony of sorts – it felt wrong. Also met a bunch of foreigners who live right here in Jangyu and went to a noraebang – ended up rocking out with a rendition of ‘Shout’ by Tears for Fears. Good times!

Outside of all of that, haven’t had much chance to properly explore, but hopefully soon.

Now, pictures!

Jangyu is about here

This is the building where I live.

Don't have to worry about losing keys, just memory.

My apartment. Kitchen is through the glass doors, bathroom is through the other one.

View from my window. Including, pile of stones, vegetable patches, not yet built building, church (with neon cross) and mountain.

To the west of my building.

To the south.

To the east.

More west.

The way I walk to work.

The building I work in 3 days a week.

…and a couple of extra shots of around my corner of Jangyu…

I’ll get some more photos done of a wider area in time. Until then.

by Martin Sinclair

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Photo by Anna Waigand.

Coming from the Midwest, I didn’t always get the freshest of seafood (except for whitefish livers in Bayfield, Wisc.). But the ring of restaurants around the towering Jagalchi Fish Market in Busan offered many opportunities to get fresh seafood whether you wanted it caught that morning, raw or still alive. After being heckled by women with only the most necessary English skills, we settled on a place with English labeled pictures above the doorway. We think the restaurant is named Sharjeong Sharkkomjangeo (살청 살껌정어), but the sign isn’t totally clear.

We decided we weren’t ready to try stir-fried hagfish, but “a shrimp roasted” sounded pretty good. Our waitress placed a heavy pan with a sheet of tinfoil covered in a think layer of coarse salt on our counter-top burner. She let it heat up as she brought us some appetizers including raw conch shell.

Photo by Anna Waigand.

Neither Anna or I had eaten conch before, but Greg recommended it and our server was insistent. She dug the grey and black animals out of their shells with a tooth pick, dipped them in hot sauce and then, arm outstretched, forced them on us. See Anna’s on-the-spot video review.

Busan: Eating Raw Conch from Seoulful Adventures on Vimeo.

Then the waitress brought out two stacked plastic baskets. I was eating conch (I like it more than Anna) so I didn’t really notice that the bottom basket was filled with a dozen live shrimp that had just been pulled out of the tank outside. In one quick motion she lifted the lid of our pot, tossed in the flailing shrimp and trapped them with a firm hand on the lid. But she wasn’t quick enough. One of the shrimp managed to fling itself at Danielle and onto the floor. Not dismayed by health concerns, our waitress picked it up, cracked open the lid and tossed it right back in with it furiously struggling companions. What they don’t tell you about the old throwing a frog in boiling water story is that if you put a lid on the pot that frog can jump all it wants, but its still going to boil.

After we were able to control out laughter at what just happened, we realized the genius of this. In all their twitching, the shrimp were seasoning themselves by rolling around in the bed of salt. I think there is great potential to have other kinds of seafood season themselves by performing their death throes in beds of butter and garlic, Cajun seasoning, blackened spices and any number of things. Watch the video to see our reaction.

The Shrimp That Season Themselves from Seoulful Adventures on Vimeo.

The shrimp came out perfectly cooked and amazing tasty with a simple wasabi soy sauce and spicy red sauce on the side.

Photo by Anna Waigand.

A dozen of the freshest shrimp you can get, raw conch, and a couple Korean side dishes for four was 20,000 won. Not bad.

To find the restaurant take subway line 1 to the Nampodong or Jagalchi station. Go to the east side of the giant Jagalchi Fish Market building. It is just past the end of the building and will have English labeled pictures. Try to stay strong against all the invitations to come sit down until you have found the restaurant you want. Check out our pictures of the restaurant and two views outside it to help you find it.

You can see more photos from the restaurant here and a whole gallery of the Jagalchi Fish Market on Flickr. And if you can help in translating the name of the restaurant into English please leave us a comment. Again we think the sign said Sharjeong Sharkkomjangeo (살청 살껌정어), but here is a picture of the sign.

hu..time exam cenggini..
mmg byk giler masalah,,
haha~
dah la bukak2 freeze tak de bnde nk di mkn~
haha,,
busan ar jd student nie,,
bile nk keje ni,,
dok ostel yg giler busan,
haha~

So when I decided to move to Korea I knew that I was about to face a lot of new challenges. I knew I would have good days and bad days. It seems as though my good days out number my bad by far. But those pesky bad days still can be a huge problem.

Its days like these that I am so close to just packing up my belongings and jumping on a plane back to the good ol’ USA. Today it’s all the little things that are brining me down. I just need to focus on the positives and the big picture. So I will not jump on that plane instead I will hope for the best and do my best, thats all I can do.

Aside from the confusions at school things are still fabulous here. I have so many wonderful friends in my life both on this continent and others. I am one lucky girl and I should remember that on days like these.

It’s the bad days that make me stronger.

So Halloween was a success this year. I went as a native american as you can see. Halloween costumes are hard to find in Korea I purchased my headband and tomahawk in Seoul last weekend. It was a fun night the streets were filled with foreigners dressed up.