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3 Sept: I went to Sogumgang with Carol today. It was very nice -- good weather, sunshine, a cool breeze. The river was much higher than it had been, what with all that rain we had, and the rapids are definitely rapid. There are "No Swimming" signs up all over the place even when the river isn't high, but as an added precaution there were life preservers parked near the most tempting spots. Unfortunately, my homemade stuffed bears liked it so much at the mountain today that I guess they ran off. Carol said she didn't recall seeing them when we got there, so I may have lost them here. But they didn't turn up in her car, along the road to the apartment, or in the apartment. So they may be gone for good. What a bummer. I went to Mrs. Kim's for dinner today. Since she had planned for me and John to stay at her apartment while I was babysitting him last week, she had cooked lots of food for us. But he stayed here, so of course nobody was there to eat it, and she had all this food that needed to be eaten up. She really pulled out all the stops, and I hate to admit it, but she's really a much better cook than I am. We had rice with curry sauce and about 8 side dishes. John was surprised at the quantity of food, too. After dinner we had squid and 3 kinds of fruit. I got so full I couldn't eat another bite. John and I played Chinese chess. I seem to be a little better at it than I was before -- we ended in stalemate. And Mrs. Kim and I talked some, which we really don't manage to do at the hagwon. It's easy to talk to Lydia or Mrs. Lee there, but with Mrs. Kim it's better to have more time and quiet. I was hoping to get a look at the ginseng field across from Mrs. Kim's apartment, and maybe walk around the farm by the river. I haven't checked either one of them out since May. The rice harvest is starting, and all along the highways, there are bundles of rice drying over the guardrails. (That's something you'd never see in the US.) I did get some pictures of the ginseng just as twilight was settling in (it comes early these days), but didn't make it to the farm.
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6 Sept (early): Carol has some kind of teacher's meeting on Wednesdays at 8:00, so she sits in on the 7:00 class. This just leaves Randy for the 8:00 class tonight. Randy likes to explore alternative avenues of learning (meaning he wants to get out of studying <grin>). So he suggested that he get together a few of his co-workers and they all come to my apartment tonight. I guess inviting yourself over is an acceptable thing here. (Granted, I did suggest one time that they could come over, and it just didn't happen then.) By co-workers, I expect he means people from the electric company class. Anyway, I said OK, and so have to clean up a little bit today. I made Jello for the occasion. I'm sure they're very curious about how a Westerner lives, and there really isn't too much to see. It seems relatively Korean to me here. But I do have all those great pictures from Labor Day, which give a lot of good shots of Mom's house. So I'll probably show them those. Also some shots of our place, even though there's no shots of the inside of our house. Compared to the emptiness of the Korean homes that I've seen, one look at the inside of our house should cause a major case of claustrophobia in any Korean.
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6 Sept (late): Randy, my student from the Electric Company, came down sick today, so he didn't come over after all. It's OK though, because now the apartment is nice and clean. You know, people don't all believe that the Korean medical system needs reforming, but I think the doctors do prescribe too many drugs. The reason Randy wasn't feeling well, he told me, was that it was his turn for security last night at the electric company. So after working all day, he had to stay there all night too, until 9:30 in the morning. Apparently he only got a couple of hours of sleep this morning. I'm not sure if he had to go back to work today or not. So he got sick from not enough sleep, and all he needs to do is get some sleep to make up for it. But the doctor gave him a bunch of medicine. Granted, the doctor did tell Randy to get some rest too, but you don't need medicine for that. End of gripe. Anyhow, I got off work an hour early. Mrs. Lee was taking her daughter Janet downtown to buy some slippers for school, and I tagged along with them. Once we got there, Janet talked her mom into buying a pizza for us, and then decided she didn't need new slippers after all. So I guess it was just a trick to go downtown and have some pizza. I enjoyed the pizza, and while we were there, we met the woman that I talk to in the mornings while I'm waiting for my ride to the Electric Company. She was there with her two sons. Small world.
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8-20 Sept: There's been a gap in the journal because my Ohio boyfriend came out for a visit. We timed it for a long Korean holiday called Chusok, which is described to me as Korea's equivalent of Thanksgiving. Chusok itself is just one day, based on the lunar calendar, and this year it fell on Tuesday, September 12. The government also makes sure the day before and the day after are holidays. The timing of it this year meant that I had 5 days off in a row. That's the longest vacation I'll have all year. Chusok is a day for Korean families to get together and give thanks to their ancestors for a good harvest. They eat new rice and pine flavored rice cakes as part of the Chusok feast, and perform memorial services, often at an ancestor's grave. "Ancestor" doesn't necessarily mean way back in time. Koreans move around enough now that in many cases different ancestors are buried in different parts of the country, so often they pay regards to the most recent one dead. Apparently Chusok came pretty early this year, and the rice harvest had just barely begun, so I heard that new rice was very expensive this year. I suspect that whatever was harvested before Chusok was harvested specifically for Chusok, rather than because it was ready. So my timing was great for this, but his was a little more difficult. He had a work commitment just before he left that he couldn't get out of, and couldn't get here until Sunday (at 6:30am). There's no way to go from Kangnung to Seoul by bus and get there at 6:30am, so I went on Saturday to bum around and then spend the night. I wanted to see an exhibition of Korean and Japanese Quilts, but lost my clipping and didn't know where it was. So I went to the National Museum to see an exhibit on History of Rice Cultivation. It sounded interesting, but I was a little disappointed in it. I thought there would be details on methods of cultivation, but there weren't. There were some tools to look at, and a lot of carbonized grains. And I'm sorry, but there's only so many carbonized grains I want to see. But it wasn't a bad way to while away the afternoon, and as I was trying to find my way back to the subway I accidentally ran into Kyobo Bookstore. Kyobo Bookstore is sort of in the subway. It's a huge store -- the largest in Korea I believe (although no bigger than Borders if you ignore the parts that look more like a department store), and has a Western section and a Japanese section. So I wandered around there and bought some books, and then caught the subway. The plan was to take the subway about one stop shy of the airport and spend the night, then head out the next morning. Well, I miscalculated a little bit and ended up at the airport, so I figured I might as well go find the place where I'd be meeting him the next morning. Kimpo Airport has two international terminals and one domestic one, and Mrs. Lee said I should go to International Terminal Two, so that's where I went. By then it was about 10:00, and it occurred to me that I could probably just hang out there overnight since the flight was getting in so early, and settled down in a seat with one of my books. I was kind of hoping I'd be able to nap somewhere along the way, but the security guards kept walking by and staring at me, and I thought if I slept they might say something, so I just kept reading. Finally one of them did stop to say something. It turns out that the airport closes at 11:00, so they had to kick me out. I'd never heard of an airport, especially a major one, closing! He was really nice about it though. I asked if there were any yagwon nearby, and he took me to someone else, who took me to a cab, who not only took me to a yagwon, but even went inside to make sure they had a room for me before he left me there. They were very apologetic about not having any rooms with beds left, but I said ondol (futon mattress on the floor) was fine. It was pretty cheap, too. I thought a room near the airport would cost a fortune, but it was only about 25,000 won (about US$23). I caught a cab again early the next morning. It was a little later than I had planned; I didn't manage to leave the yagwon until almost 6:30, and his flight came in at 6:35. But I got to the airport OK, and took the cab straight to terminal two and looked at the arrivals for the flight number. It wasn't listed. I looked again. It still wasn't listed. So I went and asked, and it turned out that I should have been in terminal one. Sigh. I was getting pretty antsy now, because the flight should have already landed, and I didn't want him having to wait for me. I had to take a shuttle bus to the other terminal. I got to the gates and checked for his flight. It had actually landed early, and here I was late. I looked all around, and he wasn't there. I waited to see if he came out of the men's room or something, but he didn't appear. I kept trying to peek through the doors that people came through out of immigration, but couldn't see much. Waited around some more, looked around a couple more times, even tried to peek at the tags on people's luggage to see if any of them were from the same flight, but couldn't tell. I was just coming back from another check around when he came through the doors. Boy was I glad to see him! I wouldn't have worried so much if I had been there on time, but with me being late, who knows what would have happened, and we don't have a very good track record when it comes to meeting in airports. As a matter of fact, this was our first successful attempt. But everything turned out fine, and even going to the wrong terminal first was OK, because that way I knew how to take the shuttle bus to get to the domestic terminal, which is where we had to go to take our flight to Cheju Island. After an uneventful, short flight, we arrived on Cheju. Cheju is described as Korea's Hawaii, and it used to be the most popular place for honeymooners. Now a lot of people go abroad for their honeymoons. It's a tropical island, so it has lots of palm trees, which give it a somewhat exotic look, even though most of the buildings are similar to what you see on the mainland. What was different was that many more buildings have thatched roofs, instead of the tiles that are so prevalent around Kangnung. We also saw walls built of black lava rock. These walls are pretty amazing, because for the most part they're built without mortar, and they're just 1 layer thick. It's incredible that they can stand so well. I know if I built one, it would probably fall on me before I was even finished. We caught a bus outside the airport, which took us to the bus terminal, and there was a motel just across the street from the terminal, rather grandiosely named The Olympia.We decided that that was pretty handy and checked in there, as much to drop off our bags as for any other reason. The first thing we went to see was the Cheju-do Folklore and Natural History Museum. I didn't much care for the Natural History part -- I've never been really keen on staring at dead animals. Actually they had dead animals, birds, fish and bugs. The worst were the fish preserved in formaldehyde. Talk about creepy! A lot of the critters had signs saying how the museum got them, probably to reassure people that they had died by accident, or of natural causes, and weren't killed specifically for display. That made me feel a little better, but I still liked the Folklore part better. The Folklore section was set up with scenes of everyday life, costumes, tools, and such. All in all, the museum was OK, but hardly worth a trip to Cheju just for itself. After we finished in there, we tried to go to the Cheju Folklore Museum, but none of the cabbies had heard of it, or knew where to find it. Going with plan B (there's always a plan B), we asked them to take us to Kwandokjong Pavilion. Kwandok-jong, a pavilion, is said to be the island's oldest wooden building. It was built in the 15th century. The cabbies told us it was nearby, and tried to explain to us how to get there. That's a difference between Korean cab drivers and American ones. In America, if you hail a cab to take you someplace that's 500 meters away, the driver will probably take you there by a circuitous route, and get a huge fare out of it. A Korean cabbie will tell you to walk.
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27 Sept: I have only 2 more days for the Electric Company class. Good thing, since I'm down to 2 students in it. Soon I'll be able to sleep in in the mornings, which means I'll be able to stay up later in the evenings. Might get a little more socializing in that way. This weekend I'm going to Daegu with Mrs. Lee and possibly Lydia. There's a conference about teaching English. I hope to get to see some of Daegu, too. It's the textile industry center in Korea. I expect it'll all be factories, but maybe not, and even if so it might still be interesting. Sand doesn't work nearly as well as clay for kitty litter. I expect I'll have to go to the beach nearly once a week to get fresh.
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