October 19, 2019- Seoul, S. Korea
We lost a day of our
lives traveling to Korea, but regain it coming home. Sorry we can’t give you
any hints of the future. It just doesn’t work that way.
With the help of our
little pal, Ambien, we slept through the night. It’s a no-brainer when we’ve
flown to a time zone 13 hours different than ours.
Breakfast gave us the
opportunity to learn how to use yet another coffee machine. I also learned that
not every Caucasian in Korea speaks English. In an attempt to be helpful, I
explained the mystery of the two spigots on the coffee maker only to get a
polite smile and nod as he did what he pleased.
Most mornings start with
a lecture. Today’s teacher was a PhD candidate from Michigan. She became
interested in the language then the culture in middle school when she couldn’t
understand her friends who were Korean twin sisters. As a paranoid
middle-schooler, she thought they were talking about her when they lapsed into
Korean.
Korea is flanked on
three sides by the sea and is 70% mountains. Their dynasties were more stable
than Japan’s or China’s so geographical pockets of culture developed and
thrived for centuries. Japan colonized the peninsula from 1910-1945, and only
left after WWII. Enter the USA and Russia in 1950, creating what was supposed
to be a temporary division between north and south. When unification was tried
in 1948, war broke out. Cessation of the war brought an authoritarian
government to the south where rebuilding became a reality. The late 80’s to
early 90’s saw the advent of open elections and democracy.
Shamanism is the only
religion native to Korea. It is rarely practiced, although people may weave
some of its rituals and beliefs into contemporary religions. Confucianism
arrived in the first century BCE, while Buddhism came in the fourth century.
Christianity made its way here by way of Jesuits from China. Koreans were quite
opposed to a religion that conflicted so radically with Confucianism,
especially regarding ancestor worship. They either drove the Jesuits out or
killed them. In the nineteenth century, Protestants were more kindly welcomed
since they brought western education and medicine with them. Today Christianity
is the most widely practiced religion in S. Korea.
After the lecture, we
boarded what I refer to as our bordello bus, passed a Krispy Kreme, and headed
for the National Museum. Exhibits ranged from Paleolithic to celadon ceramic
ware. It was a lovely building, but our guide, Jinny, herded us through at a
fast pace.
Speaking of Jinny, her
accent is wearing on the group. People are starting to zone out because we
can’t understand her and some are getting irritable. Korean words frequently
have optional suffixes. She attaches that to English words along with the
common replacement of the “L” for “R.” For example, it took a bit to realize
that “loofehs ” were roofs. I couldn’t understand why Paris was so important
until I guessed we were going to visit the Palace. When explaining about kings
and concubines, she frequently mentioned that the king was impotent. That
confused me as to how the dynasties were sustained. In reality, the group
consensus was that the kings were all “important.” Sometimes her answers to
questions fall short or are misleading due to language. David asked if there
was a lot of walking at the Palace. She said that we were taking the bus. David
didn’t take his hiking poles. There was tons of walking on uneven surfaces and
steps with no railing. She must have thought he asked if we were walking “to”
the Palace. Some responses are funny like when she told us we could recognize
our hotel by the blue bow. We were all confused until she pointed to a blue
statue of a man bowing. Aside from being hard to understand, she seems set in
her ways. Several people asked about an ATM to change money. Jinny was vague at
best and preferred what sounded like currency exchanges. Her concern turned out
to be the service charge we’d have to pay at the machine. There was actually an
ATM in our hotel. No one cared about the fee.
In the end, the Palace,
a UNESCO site, looked like a smaller version of the Forbidden City in China
only lots cleaner. In fact, judging by Seoul, Korea is very clean and pretty
much litter free. The Secret Garden of the Palace consisted of sand paths,
pagodas, greenery, and no flowers. Color was provided by local tourists
who rented traditional Korean costumes and re-enactors. Because Koreans built
with wood and heated with wood or charcoal burners under the floors, most
historic buildings aren’t original. Duh, wooden buildings burn.
Lunch was billed as an
authentic cultural experience. We had a reservation, but people were lined up
to eat the famous chicken soup. Whole disemboweled chicken stuffed with
rice is cooked in and served in a clay pot. The result was disappointing. It
was tasteless, the rice had become pasty, and the poor bird was more bones than
meat. I think we all left hungry.
Most people were too
tired for dinner, but we got together with Audrey from Manhattan, and, with
Jinny, we walked a few blocks to a happening street market where we had dinner on
the hoof. Jinny escorted us there, cautioned us not to eat meat, and turned us
loose. She does want to be helpful. I loved the egg bread. It’s a thick sweet
slice of baguette with a fried egg on top. The red bean pancake was yum. David
wasn’t happy with his kim chee omelet but liked his cup of sweetened potatoes.
There was a variety of fish, eel, and shellfish offerings along with dumplings.
I laughed at the Oreo churros and cringed at the seaweed stuffed with Choices
of Velveeta or Spam. I kid you not. We were lured to a cart by two men singing
a jingle in English as they stretched a honey and flour mixture into paper thin
strands, filled it with chopped chocolate, and rolled it into candy. I admit
that I initially thought they were singing “lowly,lowly,lowly” until I watched
what they were doing and realized they were saying “rolly, rolly .”
We found the blue bow
and our hotel in time to get to bed on the early side. Tomorrow we continue
touring Seoul.
Toby
Bordello Bus |
Costumed Women at Palace |
Food Trucks |
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