Observations regarding a parking lot

parking

I occasionally spend time out on the back balcony watching the beautiful women walk past world go by, which may seem like a frivolous waste of time.  But you’d be surprised by the cultural insights you can derive when you consider the activities taking place in a small parking lot.

I took the photo above this morning around 0800 which is a quiet time given that most hard working Koreans are already out and about working hard.  Throughout the day however, the lot is a beehive of activity as people come and go about their business.  And generally there are more cars in the lot than there are available spaces.  That this is not a big problem strikes me as little short of remarkable.

Take that small blue car parked in the middle of the lot for instance.  Now, by my count he has at least three other cars blocked in their spaces.  What you can’t see is that the blue car has been left in the neutral gear.  So, when the driver of one of those blocked cars needs to go, he simply rolls the offending car out of the way.  And anyone else in the vicinity will give a hand with the push.  When the lot is full, I’ve seen several cars repositioned in this fashion.  It’s an impressive display of cooperation and no one seems to get angry or annoyed at the inconvenience.   I just can’t imagine a similar system working so well in the USA, at least without violence or vandalism.

Another thing I see on a daily basis is young women hiding out in the back corner of the lot to sneak a quick smoke.  Women may feel comfortable walking about in micro-miniskirts (bless their hearts!) but a female smoking on the street is just not acceptable in polite Korean society.  I’m reminded of the story about a Korean-American woman visiting Seoul who was enjoying a cigarette on a busy street corner.  Suddenly a Korean man started yelling at her in a language she could not understand.  So she just stood there looking at him.  Finally in exasperation, he took the cigarette from her, threw it on the ground, and walked away muttering in disgust.

Less frequently (but twice yesterday) I see young couples seeking out the privacy of the parking lot for a quick little make out session.  I’m talking kisses and hugs here, nothing obscene.  It’s actually kinda sweet.  Although I think I should learn to say “hey, get a room!” in Korean.  That would be pretty hilarious and maybe make me feel like less of a voyeur.

The world is an interesting place.  Or maybe I’m just easily entertained.

 

 

 

 

Korean drama

So, this morning I’m standing on the back balcony enjoying a cigarette (yeah, I’m bad!) and I happened to look down over at the little park/green space between the high rise apartment buildings.  And laying in the dirt next to the sidewalk was an ahjussi (older man) whom I presumed to be passed out drunk.  Which is not all that unusual to see here in Korea.  But what happened next was.

These two park workers walk up and start hosing the guy down with water.  And he didn’t even flinch!  After they thoroughly soaked him down without any reaction whatsoever, the workers walked away leaving the guy in the mud.  Now, I am standing five floors up looking down and wondering if maybe what I’m seeing is a dead ahjussi.   About this time another drunk guy stumbles over and tries to lift the wet guy up without success.  But I did see his head move a little so I was glad to know he was not in fact dead.  The second drunk then stumbled away, presumably to pass out in a drier location.

As I was contemplating what I had just witnessed I hear a female voice calling “Ahjussi!”  At first I thought it was someone in the park trying to wake the drunk, but then I heard her yell “Ahjussi!” again and I realized the sound was too close to be coming from the park.  So, I glanced down and observed my angry downstairs neighbor berating me in Korean for flicking my ashes out the window (which admittedly was incredibly rude).  I quickly let fly a string of apologetic words in both English and Korean and retreated back inside the apartment.

And that is how I found something to blog about today.

UPDATE:  It’s been over 3 hours now and the guy is still laying there in the dirt.  I’m actually a little worried about him.  I’ve seen some passerby’s stop and have a look.  There’s a guy in a wheelchair sitting next to him now.  And he moved his arm so he is alive.  I asked Jee Yeun if we should call 119 but she said no.  I guess there is no drunk in public law in Korea.  Which when I think about it is probably a good thing, otherwise a goodly portion of the folks in Itaewon would be subject to arrest most weekends.  Myself included.

FINAL UPDATE:  At the four hour mark I couldn’t stand any longer and prevailed upon Jee Yeun to notify the police.  I was surprised by how promptly they responded.  They actually called back to say that someone had called 119 on his behalf earlier and that he declined assistance.  Anyway, four cops arrived and chatted him up for awhile.  The cops then left and shortly thereafter so did he.

Comes a time

Comes a time When you're driftin' Comes a time When you settle down

Comes a time
when you’re driftin’
Comes a time
when you settle down

Comes a light feelin's lifting Lift that baby right up off the ground

Comes a light
feelin’s lifting
Lift that baby
right up off the ground

Oh, this old world keeps spinning round It's a wonder tall trees ain't laying down

Oh, this old world keeps spinning round
It’s a wonder tall trees ain’t laying down

There comes a time.

There comes a time.

Captions courtesy of Neil Young.

http://youtu.be/0qDlFBLOPfM

 

Out on the weekend

The weather was warm, the darts were hot, the beer was cold.  And I’ve got the pictures to prove it!

Kicked things off Friday night with a first place finish in the Dolce Vita tournament...

Kicked things off Friday night with a first place finish in the Dolce Vita tournament…

Early Saturday afternoon we headed out to Yongsan station to catch a train to Songtan...

Early Saturday afternoon we headed out to Yongsan station to catch a train to Songtan…

The station wasn't too crowded for a Saturday...

The station wasn’t too crowded for a Saturday…

The "express" version of the Line 1 train got us one stop past our destination in about an hour...

The “express” version of the Line 1 train got us to Seojungri station (one stop past our destination) in about an hour…

...a short bus ride took us into Songtan city proper...

…a short bus ride took us into Songtan city proper…

...where we arrived hungry...

…where we arrived hungry and a steaming pot of budaejjigae awaited us at a local eatery.

...and so our group of fellow travelers commenced to satiate that hunger.  "Movie Star Midori" insisted that we drink and eat, so we did that too...

…and so our group of fellow travelers commenced to satiate that hunger. “Movie Star Midori” insisted that we drink as well as eat, so we did that too…

With several hours to go before the tourney we wisely switched from beverages containing alcohol to those with caffeine.

With several hours to go before the tourney we wisely switched from beverages containing alcohol to those with caffeine…

...at a nice coffee house where we could sit on the street and make a spectacle of ourselves...

…at a nice coffee house where we could sit on the street and make a spectacle of ourselves…

Chock full of coffee we moved to Xenis bar to begin the ever important pre-tourney ritual of contemplation and partaking of "aiming fluid"...

Chock full of coffee we moved to Xenis bar to begin the ever important pre-tourney ritual of contemplation and partaking of “aiming fluid”…

We were joined at Xenis by a gaggle of fellow darters who drove down from Seoul to join in the fun...

We were joined at Xenis by a gaggle of fellow darters who drove down from Seoul to join in the fun…

After a long hard night of drinking darting, I came away with second place money, no small thanks to a great local darter named Tony.  I'm not sure just how many vodka bombs he insisted we drink, but it was a lot!

After a long hard night of drinking darting, I came away with second place money, no small thanks to my partner, a great local darter named Tony. I’m not sure just how many vodka bombs he insisted we drink, but it was a lot!

At this point my phone/camera battery gave up the ghost.  The tournament ended at midnight and we then taxied to Pyeongteak to catch a train home.  The train didn’t leave until 0230, so we had us some Frypan chicken (and beer) to pass the time.  Got to our Gireum apartment around 0400, slept a deep and satisfying sleep, then it was back into Itaewon for the Sunday Singles League match that I had the good fortune to win.  The nephew then came by and treated us a nice samgyapsal dinner (with beer and soju) which put a nice exclamation point on a drunken darting weekend!

Life is good.  Unless you’re my liver.

 

 

The eyes have it!

Dr. Yoo had referred me to an ophthalmologist based on some abnormality from one of the tests I took during my physical last month.  So, it was back to Soonchanhwang hospital yesterday afternoon.  The whole thing was a bit of a fiasco.  We waited a while past our appointment time, and then they started running me through all the eye-checking stations–exactly the same tests I had already done.  Jee Yeun, bless her heart, started raising hell.  But she really got their attention when she said “I’m not paying for any of these tests we’ve already taken”.  Soon enough, I was taken out of the testing queue and placed into the queue to see Dr. Kim (I actually never got her name, but I figure I’ve got at least a 50% chance of being right by calling her Kim.  She was assisted by Dr. Lee.  I’m sure of it.).

I’m pretty certain there had been some miscommunication somewhere along the way, because Dr. Kim did not seem to have a clue as to why I was there.  She looked at my glasses and asked if I could see ok–yes.  She asked if I were having any issues with my eyes or vision–no.  She noted that I don’t have diabetes and that my blood pressure is only moderately high–check.  She then had me look into some binocular-like machine, thoroughly examined each eye with that flashlight-like contraption, and then announced her diagnosis: “you have Caucasian eyes”.  Which I understood to mean that any abnormality on my tests were only abnormal for Asian eyes.  Bottom line, I’m not having problems with my vision and Dr. Kim didn’t see anything wrong either so it’s all good.

We were both starving after finally leaving the hospital so we hoofed it up the hill to Itaewon and had a late lunch at Don Valley (bimbibop and bulgogi).  After our meal we were in that twilight zone–too early for darts, too late to go home and back.  So we found a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop and sat outside drinking expensively good coffee and watched the people walk by for an hour or so.

Walrus at rest...

Walrus at rest…

When the appointed hour for darts did arrive I was out to seek redemption for the 15-2 shellacking I had taken the previous week.  I won the night 13-9 and threw much, much better so I’ll call that mission accomplished.

At the bus stop for the journey home I saw this ad:

Damn, it was almost like looking in a mirror.  Glad to know my doppelganger is doing so well!

Damn, it was almost like looking in a mirror. Glad to know my doppelganger is doing so well!

And so ended another adventure filled day.

Peaks and valleys

Saturday night was the nadir of my darting life (I hope).  Fresh off that humiliating and crushing defeat I played well enough last night to take home second place money at a little in-house tournament hosted by Dillinger’s Bar.  An aberration or a harbinger of things to come?  Time will tell.

The spectators for last night's action pretty diverse.  Or diverse and pretty.  Or both.  That's Midori and Jee Yeun representing Korea, Eve from the Philippines, and Natasha from Russia.

The spectators for last night’s action were pretty diverse. Or diverse and pretty. Or both. That’s Midori and Jee Yeun representing Korea, Eve from the Philippines, and Natasha from Russia.

This morning I paid my penance for a weekend of darts by indulging Jee Yeun’s desire to hike up Bukhansan.

The recent rains had the creek flowing nicely over the rocks...

The recent rains had the creek flowing nicely over the rocks…

As we were climbing up we encountered Jee Yeun's mother on her way down.  That's always a pleasant happenstance.

As we were climbing up we encountered Jee Yeun’s mother on her way down. That’s always a pleasant happenstance.

I also noticed that President Park has been doing some politicking along the trail.  As I interpret this sign, it means "to move forward towards a bright future, vote conservative!"

I also noticed that President Park has been doing some politicking along the trail. As I interpret this sign, it means “to move forward towards a bright future, vote conservative!”

Got home and Jee Yeun fixed me up a platter of fresh-from-the-butcher samgyapsal.  Life is good.

Dinner and a show

Last night we were On the Border.  Not the DMZ, rather the Mexican food eatery in beautiful downtown Itaewon.  We were guests of my old friend Dennis McPeters and his companion Julie.

The food was the best Tex-Mex I've eaten outside of the USA.  Jee Yeun is a little ambivalent about Mexican cuisine, but she loved the "Kimchi Taco" featured in the foreground.  I also enjoyed my chicken enchiladas in a sour cream sauce...

The food was the best Tex-Mex I’ve eaten outside of the USA. Jee Yeun is a little ambivalent about Mexican cuisine, but she loved the “Kimchi Taco” featured in the foreground. I also enjoyed my chicken enchiladas in a sour cream sauce…

Dennis had the foresight to make a reservation, which was good because the place was packed with people lining up to get in.  We also scored a table overlooking the street.  It was a very pleasant evening weather-wise, so the windows were open and the sounds of the city created a nice urban ambiance for our dining pleasure.

A table with a view and refreshing libations made for a pleasant dining experience.

A table with a view and refreshing libations made for a pleasant dining experience.

Amongst those sounds of the city was some guy walking up and down the street screaming fire and brimstone into a megaphone.  From our perch on the second floor he could be heard but more or less easily ignored.  However, after we had finished our meal we had the misfortune of exiting the building directly behind him.  As we were walking in the same direction we got the full impact of his evangelism.  Well, it was in Korean but Jee Yeun’s translation was that we were basically all going to hell.

As we progressed up the street I was watching the reactions of the passersby to megaphone-man.  And the universal reaction was a combination of contempt, disgust, and anger.  I’m thinking to myself “man, this guy is driving people away from salvation with his rude message”.  Just as I was completing this observation a Korean man did what we were all wanting to do and loudly confronted the screaming bastard.  And what happened next was pretty surprising.  The “Christian” man put down the megaphone and started fighting with the citizen who told him to shut up.  Well, it was a Korean-style fight–mostly some back and forth bitch slapping, but still.  I thought it was pretty funny actually and was shouting encouragement from the sidelines “oh, you are such a good example of Christianity, you douche!”  Jee Yeun even joined in by demurely observing “you should not be so loud” (she said it in Korean though).  I guess megaphone man realized he had lost the crowd, so he picked up his megaphone again, shouted something angrily, then exited hurriedly down a side street.  Man, you just can’t buy that kind of entertainment!

We proceeded to Bull and Barrel for a nightcap without further incident.  I made the mistake of signing up for the dart tournament and proceeded to play the worst darts of my “career”.  Seriously, the first time I ever picked up a set of darts I played better than I did last night.  It was humiliating.  Ah well.  I’m trying hard to not let this slump get inside my head and exacerbate whatever the hell my problem is.

I guess this is as good a time as any to talk a little about my old friend Dennis.  I’ve been knowing him since the 1980s when I recommended him for a job with the USPS in Columbia, SC.  Later on after I’d moved to a job in DC, I hired him to work for me there.  And still later I brought him over to work on my team in Korea.  I’m long gone and he’s still here.  But not for long.  He’s finally retiring in January.

I frankly envy his post retirement plans.  Rather than having himself and all his stuff shipped back to the USA, he’s selling everything he owns and is going to live the life of a nomad.  I asked him where he was going to go and he said wherever I want.  He mentioned the Philippines, Cambodia, Vietnam, New Zealand, Australia and Thailand as a start.  If he gets tired of Asia, South and Central America are on the list of options.

I used to fantasize about a lifestyle like that.  But the reality is I wouldn’t have the courage to do it right.  But I’m brave enough to fly in for a visit whenever I get an answer to the question “where in the world is Dennis?”  So there’s that.

 

 

It’s a small world after all

Last summer Jee Yeun asked me to hire an English tutor for her birthday present.  So I went to Craig’s List  and only saw only one ad that seemed to fit the bill.  As fate would have it, Stephanie (the tutor) turned out to be a Korean-American who had taught English to executives at Samsung in Seoul before moving to Columbia with her husband. A perfect fit! Jee Yeun took lessons for about 3 months and she and Stephanie became fast friends.  I often heard them chatting in Korean and I would teasingly admonish Stephanie “I’m not paying for Korea talk!”

Anyway, the lessons ended as did Stephanie’s marriage.  She and Jee Yeun stayed in touch and got together occasionally.  Then Stephanie moved to North Carolina and we came “home” to Korea.  And guess who showed up at Pub Dolce Vita tonight?  Yep, Stephanie has also come “home” to Korea.  It was really cool seeing her again in an unfamiliar setting..

And here’s the really weird part.  One of the Friday night regular dart players is a Korean-American woman named Yonga (but we call her Moe).  She was there tonight too and it turns out that she and Stephanie attended Seoul American High School and they actually remembered each other.  What are the odds of that?

After Stephanie left the bar one of the dart players told me he thought she was really cute.  So I guess we’ll see if we can make a match.  Stranger things have happened.

Stephanie, Yonga and Jee Yeun.  Together again, against all odds...

Stephanie, Yonga and Jee Yeun. Together again, against all odds…

Tuesday afternoon

Not just any Tuesday afternoon mind you.  It’s Buddha’s birthday.  Jee Yeun wanted to go to the temple to pay her respects so I drug my sick lazy ass out of the house and joined her.

The temple grounds were packed with like-minded folk...

The temple grounds were packed with like-minded folk…

Jee Yeun rubbing the belly of the Buddha.  She used to rub mine like that...

Jee Yeun rubbing the belly of the Buddha. She used to rub mine like that…

First time I'd been there in the evening.  The lit lanterns looked pretty nice...

First time I’d been there in the evening. The lit lanterns looked pretty nice…

A festive day for sure...

A festive day for sure…

On the bus ride out I played me some Moody Blues on the iPod.  This song struck the right *ahem* chord.

 

If you think the kettle is black…

…maybe you’re racist!

Well, there is much that is not right back in the homeland.  And it seems to be getting worse all the time.  But when you are the leader of hell on earth it’s probably not wise to be casting stones.  Kim Jong-Un, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye!

Pizza school

Back in high school I worked part time at a local pizza joint.  But it’s been a long time since I’ve actually created a pizza.  Last night I made two.

As is typical for my Friday night I played in the Dolce Vita dart tournament.  Somewhat less typically I was knocked out in the third round.  Normally, I leave shortly after I’m done playing but last night in the absence of the bar owner I was running the tourney.  Which gave me some additional time to sit and drink beer.  And then the bar owner’s wife brought over some shots as her way of saying thanks for doing the tournament.  When it was all over someone (probably me) had the bright idea of inviting a largish group out to the samgyapsal joint we favor.  Where we drank more beer and soju.

Now, normally I know when to say when.  For some reason last night I didn’t realize the dangerous level of my inebriation until it was too damn late.  As the room began to spin I quickly exited the restaurant and created an Itaewon street pizza.  Jee Yeun then came to my rescue and hustled me into a cab.  After a dizzying ride to Gireum-dong with my head practically out the window we made it back to our apartment building .  And while waiting for the elevator to arrive my stomach did a somersault so I ran outside and made a Gireum version of the infamous street pizza.

Today I feel like shit.  There’s a lesson here and I hope I’ve learned it.

The steaks are high…

…but tasty!

Fresh off Sunday’s adventure in dining at the Brazilian steak house in Itaewon; today we walked across the street from our apartment to a brand new place that does steak Korean-style.

I'm about as proficient in metrics as I am in Korean, but loosely translated the sign says you get a lot of beef for W39,000...

I’m about as proficient in metrics as I am in Korean, but loosely translated the sign says you get a lot of beef for W39,000…

And as you can see the sign did not lie...

And as you can see the sign did not lie…

Because it is so expensive we rarely indulge ourselves with beef during our stays in Korea.  Don’t really miss it too much because I love me them pork dishes– especially daeji galbi and samgyapsal.  But on special occasions, like meeting the esteemed Kevin Kim or celebrating Jee Yeun’s sister’s birthday, we can splurge for the cow.  Now Tabom Brazil is all the meat you can eat for around W30,000 a head.  And at the place pictured above (name escapes me at the moment) we got more meat than we could eat for W45,000 (they add W2000 per person for the side dishes).  Jee Yeun liked the Korean style better than Brazil (surprise, surprise) and I’ll just say I like both apples and oranges.

In other news, I had my consult with Dr. Yoo yesterday where we discussed the findings from my recent comprehensive physical exam.

If I understood Dr. Yoo correctly somewhere there's an 80 year old man without a liver...

If I understood Dr. Yoo correctly somewhere there’s an 80 year old man without a liver…

Actually, my liver is fat but otherwise healthy.  The best news was my lungs, colon, and prostrate are doing fine.  The stomach thing wasn’t cancer either.  So I need to continue waging the battle of the bulge through diet and exercise.  And take some pills.

Breakfast of Champions!

Breakfast of Champions!

Lots of pills.  Which I guess are supposed to keep the cholesterol low so the 50% blockage in one heart artery doesn’t progress any further.  Don’t want my sweet old heart attacking me any time soon, that’s for sure.

Life is good.

 

The nicest guy I’d never met

I reckon I’ve been knowing Kevin Kim (aka the Big Hominid) for going on 10 years now.  At least as well as you can know a person by what you read on their blog.  He’s a frequent commenter here at LTG as well and we’ve exchanged some emails over the years.  He even spent some time in my Korean abode last year, albeit while I was out of the country.  But not wanting to rush into anything, we had never actually arranged to meet up in person.  Until yesterday.

The setting for this long anticipated gathering in the flesh was the Tabom Brazil steakhouse.  Seven meats, all you can eat.

Carved right from skewer and onto your plate via Kevin's deft handling of the tongs.

Carved right from skewer and onto your plate via Kevin’s deft handling of the tongs.

I knew Kevin had enjoyed dining at the Copacabana, another nearby Brazilian steakhouse.  I’ve always preferred Tabom for its quieter ambiance, street views, and superior food quality.  Well, the food yesterday wasn’t quite as good as I’d remembered it.  I passed on seconds for at least three of the meat choices (although I had thirds and fourths on the others).  The pineapple was outstanding though.

Now, I’ve had the advantage or reading Kevin’s take on our meeting prior to writing my own account.  I’d say he gave a fair assessment, although I hope I didn’t come off more as an interrogator than a conversator (I either just made up a word or I don’t know how to spell conversator).  Truth be told, Kevin is much more interesting than I am.  Once I told him about my passion for darts, websites I visit, and Civilization game play, there wasn’t much else to reveal.  I figured I’d save my love of afternoon naps for our next meeting. On the other hand, Kevin is quite the intellectual with a keen interest and grasp of many and varied subjects.  It was much more enjoyable for me (selfish bastard that I am) to poke about his brain for interesting tidbits of knowledge.

After reaching our capacity for meat intake, Jee Yeun suggested  we retire to a local coffee house.  And so we did.

After reaching our capacity for meat intake, Jee Yeun suggested we retire to a local coffee house. And so we did.

We did engage a bit on some topical issues and current events.  Had I been drinking beer instead of coffee I might have become a bit more strident in articulating my positions on the political happenings back home.  I think it is fair to say that Kevin and I occupy different points on the political spectrum, although neither of us are in the crazy zone extreme fringe.  The give and take with an open minded person who does more than regurgitate trite talking points is something that I quite enjoy.  We’ll have to have more of that one day soon!

Anyway, it was a long overdue and a happy (and well-fed) meet-up.  After Kevin departed for his train, I retrieved my phone which I had inadvertently abandoned at a nearby watering hole the previous night.  Later I played my Seoul Sunday Singles League dart match and won 14-5 which was a fine finish to an outstanding day.

And oh yeah, we took our trash out for recycling today and had no issues whatsoever.  Just sayin’.

 

Sloppy seconds

Hell, I must be the Avis of darts.  I guess I’ll just have to try harder.

A second place finish is singles to the #1 player in Itaewon is not a bad showing I suppose.

A second place finish in singles to the #1 player in Itaewon is not a bad showing I suppose.

After the tournament we took a short walk down the street to our favorite samgyapsal house where we ate and drank some more.

We were joined by our good friends Koichi and Jiwon along with Jee Yeun's daughter Sohee...

We were joined by our good friends Koichi and Jiwon along with Jee Yeun’s daughter Sohee…

...and then we made some new friends with the guys who were sitting at the table next to ours.  A couple of soldiers and their friend, a former KATUSA.

…and then we made some new friends with the guys who were sitting at the table next to ours. A couple of soldiers and their friend, a former KATUSA.

Jee Yeun especially took a liking to the young soldier coincidentally named John.  Henceforth she referred to me as me "old" John...

Jee Yeun especially took a liking to the young soldier coincidentally named John. Henceforth she referred to me as  “old” John…

I think the KATUSA took a shine to Sohee but she was being shy.  Or coy.  Who can tell?

I think the KATUSA took a shine to Sohee but she was being shy. Or coy. Who can tell?

Anyway, it was a great night out in the ‘twon.  I have more fun in store this afternoon when we’ll meet up with the famous Big Hominid at the Tabom Brazil steak house.   It’s all you can eat so I’m not sure what condition I’ll be in for darts in the Sunday Singles League, but it will be worth it.

Details to follow.  Stay tuned!

An exercise in futility?

Maybe, maybe not.  But every little bit helps I suppose.

Yesterday me and my yobo headed up to the mountaintop park across the road from our apartment.  Instead of just walking around we availed ourselves to the exercise equipment stationed conveniently throughout the park.  It probably didn’t make for a pretty sight but we took pictures anyway.

Well, we can start with a pretty picture of the lovely Jee Yeun enjoying the view...

Well, we can start with a pretty picture of the lovely Jee Yeun enjoying the view…

This thing swings side to side as you shift body weight.  It actually reminded me of the snow skiing motion.  Hard to believe I use to be a pretty ardent skier...and racquetball player...and softball...

This thing swings side to side as you shift body weight. It actually reminded me of the snow skiing motion. Hard to believe I use to be a pretty ardent skier…and racquetball player…and softball…

Working the upper body...which requires lifting the weight of your lower body (er, well the seat rises as you pull the bar down.  Not sure what the physics of that means...

Working the upper body…which requires lifting the weight of your lower body (er, well the seat rises as you pull the bar down). Not sure what the physics of that means…

Come on baby, let's do the twist...

Come on baby, let’s do the twist…

And everything came out okay in the hwajangsil as well...

And everything came out okay in the hwajangsil as well…

We took a different trail down from the mountain which dropped us into a new neighborhood.  A lovely street scene don't ya think?

We took a different trail down from the mountain which dropped us into a new neighborhood. A lovely street scene don’t ya think?

Jee Yeun and I agreed that this house would be perfect for us.  If wishes were money it would be ours right now!

Jee Yeun and I agreed that this house would be perfect for us. If wishes were money it would be ours right now!

A neighborhood Buddhist enclave was bursting with springtime goodness...

A neighborhood Buddhist enclave was bursting with springtime goodness…

And then we came across a rather large fire station...

And then we came across a rather large fire station…

This friendly firefighter didn't have much to say but we exchanged a a high-five anyway...

This friendly firefighter didn’t have much to say but we exchanged a a high-five anyway…

But this guy wanted to do a Lizzie Borden on my neck!

But this guy wanted to do a Lizzie Borden on my neck!

Ah well.  It was a good day.  And we are going to go back for more today as well.  Because I definitely don’t want to start carrying this damn thing around again:

50 pounds

UPDATE: And while hopefully my belly will be shrinking, my brain won’t be!

 

You can’t get there from here

Up bright and early this morning (no easy feat after dart league night) and made our way to the immigration office (also no easy feat during morning rush hour).  Despite arriving a few minutes after the 9:00 a.m. opening, we drew ticket number 35 in the waiting to be served queue.

Our purpose and mission was to change my immigration status to that of being the spouse of a Korean rather than my current inconvenient designation of tourist*.  Jee Yeun came armed with reams of paperwork from the gu-office verifying that my name has been rendered in Hangul on the marriage register, financial statements, and other documents she imagined would be required.  Turns out we didn’t need any of them.

Our number was called after a 45 minute wait that seemed longer than it was.  Jee Yeun did the talking in the language of the locals and explained our reason for being there.  The immigration agent looked at my passport, shook his head, and according to Jee Yeun said that I can’t get a marriage visa when I’m in the country on a tourist visa.  He told her I would have to apply for the visa at the Korean embassy in the USA. He did seem pretty adamant about this and we were dismissed from his window within two minutes of our arrival.

I of course had nothing to say in the matter.  But there were things I wanted to say.  Like the fact that I had called the Korean consulate in Atlanta last summer and inquired about applying for a marriage visa.  They told me it would be better to apply in Korea.  How do you say “stop giving me the fucking run around” in Korean anyway?**

* I honestly don’t care so much about my visa status.  The F-6 marriage visa would certainly be more convenient, but it’s not like I’m looking to get a job or live in Korea full time anyway.  It’s just an expensive pain in the ass to be limited to 90 stays when I travel to Korea.  Sometime around June 11 I’ll need to take a quick trip out of the country (probably to Japan again).  I’ll also have to change my return flight to the USA with Delta who will ream me to the tune of $250 for that privilege.

** I actually fully expected to be rejected for the F-6 visa precisely because I can’t say “stop giving me the fucking round around” in Korean.  Apparently the ability to speak in Korean is now a requirement for the marriage visa (although Jee Yeun speaks decent English, so that might be an exception). Anyway, I guess I’ll have to wait for the Korean embassy in the states to tell me “anio” for that reason.  Or I could make an effort to actually learn the language between now and then.  One of those.

 

 

Steppin’ out in Itaewon

When I’m not out climbing mountains I’m climbing the stairs.  In a nod to better physical fitness I’ve eschewed the escalators in subway stations.  Which may not seem like much, but it is more than I’ve done in the past and damn, by the time I get to the top at Itaewon Station the heart is definitely pumping.  Up and down twice or more a day (plus the walk to and from my destination) adds up I reckon.

196 steps from the platform to the street at Itaewon.  The photo is the downward view.  I started to take a pic from the bottom but thought folks might think I was a pervert looking for an upskirt.  But this gives you a good idea of what a steep climb it truly is...

196 steps from the platform to the street at Itaewon. The photo is the downward view. I started to take a pic from the bottom but thought folks might think I was a pervert looking for an upskirt. But this gives you a good idea of what a steep climb it truly is…

Anyway, my destination last night was Dolce Vita Pub for the dart tourney.  Before things got started I was talking to a guy I hadn’t met before.  Turns out he’s a half-Korean, retired U.S. Army Sergeant Major, who lives in Huntsville, AL.  He’s back in Korea for a few weeks to visit with his Korean family.  Interesting guy for sure and we made some plans to hook up for darts when we are both back in the states.  In an odd quirk of fate we drew up as partners for the tourney and played our way through some tough matches to take the first place money.  And had a lot of fun doing it.

That's my new friend J.R. on the left...

That’s my new friend J.R. on the left…

It was a Good Friday indeed!

I dong, you dong…

…Ui dong.  Ahem.

Today we went to the other side of the mountain and visited the lovely Doseon Buddhist Temple.  I even took some pictures, although I didn’t realize just how thick the yellow dust was until I viewed them at home later.  And to think I gave up smoking for the good of my lungs.  Ah well.

The stairway to...Doseon.  Not as strenuous as our normal Bukhansan hike, but I had worked up a pretty good sweat by the time we made it to the top...

The stairway to…Doseon. Not as strenuous as our normal Bukhansan hike, but I had worked up a pretty good sweat by the time we made it to the top…

Lots of people worshiping at the various alters around the temple grounds...

Lots of people worshiping at the various alters around the temple grounds…

But the first thing Jee Yeun wanted to do was to partake in the free lunch.  I had brought along some cheese and apples and ate simply as seemed befitting to the surroundings.  Plus the offering didn't appear all that appetizing...or sanitary.

But the first thing Jee Yeun wanted to do was to partake in the free lunch. I had brought along some cheese and apples and ate simply as seemed befitting to the surroundings. Plus the offering didn’t appear all that appetizing…or sanitary.

With a full belly (although not by any means Buddha-esque) Jee Yeun offered up her thanks for the blessings of life...

With a full belly (although not by any means Buddha-esque) Jee Yeun offered up her thanks for the blessings of life…

...numerous times in numerous places...

…numerous times in numerous places…

...even said a prayer for me she says...

…even said a prayer for me she says…

 

"What the hell? I learn the Korean alphabet and now they are writing shit in Chinese!  It was good hike and a nice change of pace.  I reckon I'll be back...

“What the hell? I learn the Korean alphabet and now they are writing shit in Chinese!
It was good hike and a nice change of pace. I reckon I’ll be back…

 

 

 

 

 

A tale of two cultures

It was the best of lunches, it was the worst of lunches…

We were walking to E-mart yesterday and Jee Yeun declared her hunger in words even I could understand "baego payo!"  She said this as we approached the Hyundae Dept Store so I reckoned the food court was in my immediate future.  I was feeling particularly hungry, Jee Yeun enjoyed some naeng-myon I settled for a Whopper (no fries, diet Coke).  In my defense, it was the first American fast food I've consumed since my return one month ago...

We were walking to E-mart yesterday and Jee Yeun declared her hunger in words even I could understand “baego payo!” She said this as we approached the Hyundae Dept Store so I reckoned the food court was in my immediate future. I was not feeling particularly hungry, but Jee Yeun enjoyed some naeng-myon and I settled for a Whopper (no fries, diet Coke). In my defense, it was the first American fast food I’ve consumed since my return one month ago…

I’m quite the dickens, am I not?