Sunday, January 06, 2013

Deliciously Cheap: Pak India Restaurant

Itaewon is legendary in South Korea as a foreigner's hangout and special Tourism Zone. For people coming into Seoul from the rural towns where pizza is rare, Itaewon's international food like Indian and Thai are a gourmet's nirvana.  Though I've lived in the multi-ethnic neighborhood of Itaewon-dong for more than two years, I haven't explored much beyond the shops on the main drag or in the immediately adjacent alleys. Filled with the determination of New Year's resolutions, I explored a bit and discovered a delectable gem, Pak India Restaurant.

Located 100m from the Itaewon Mosque, this  restaurant serves authentic, halal Pakistani Indian food at reasonable prices.  Inside the restaurant, the white walls are unadorned and crisp, snowy tablecloths cover the tables, creating a simple but clean and cozy atmosphere. My lunch-buddy and I ordered the Vegetable Samosas, one of my all time favorite foods. For only W4,000 we received  not one, not two, but FOUR pieces of  fist-sized flaky  potato-stuffed, golden deliciousness. They were spicy but a bit sweet and served with a yogurt dressing to cool the palate. We ate them so fast I couldn't even take a picture!

After that we ordered Chicken Palak (W8,000), Vegetable Korma (W7,000), and Garlic Naan (W2,500).  The naan was thick but light and soft without being too doughy and slathered with enough garlic to ward off any vampires possibly in the vicinity. The spinach in the palak was creamy but not goopy, and served with generous amounts of soft chicken meat (mostly leg and thigh). The korma had a rich tomato gravy covering balls made of nutty chickpeas. I could barely believe I wasn't eating meat!

All dishes were fragrant and flavorful  but the best taste is the price. Unlike other Indian food restaurants closer the Itaewon Station or other areas of Seoul which charge W15,000 for a simple curry plate, most items on Pak Indian Restaurant's menu are priced below W10,000.  For that price, I might eat there more regularly if I lived a bit closer.

This restaurant also has excellent customer service. When we ordered out food, the owner-chef even asked how spicy we would like our food. After having been served needlessly copious amounts of red pepper at Korean establishments, a chef who asks my preference for spice is very considerate in my opinion!

This restaurant only has 15 seats so small groups are recommended.  I hope to come back here with a few more friends so we can sample some of the other dishes.

To get there, climb the hill past the Foreign Food Mart and turn left up the hill. At the Mosque, turn left and walk 100 meters.  Also, the Maeul Bus #1 also runs along that street.

Do yourself a favor and try Pak India Restaurant. Your legs will thank you for the pre-meal exercise and your stomach will purr in satisfaction.




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Monday, October 15, 2012

Life in the Dojang

So most people know I'm doing taekwondo, but many don't know what that exactly means.  I've decided to participate in a SNS project (Social Networking Services) and create video blogs to document my progress in taekwondo.  I think this will be an excellent opportunity for friends and family to see what I"m really doing after work 7 hours a week. I'm still not used to editing video well, but I'll hope to improve. Enjoy~

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Re-Cycling my Seoul

Since the weather warmed up in mid-April, I've been back on my bike.  I ride 15 minutes to work almost everyday, except when it rains.  I've done two longer rides too, about 30~40 km. I enjoy getting outside of Seoul for a bit of fresh -well, fresher air. There is a subway line called the Jungang line that you take your bike on the train.  The first time I ride my bike from my house outside of Seoul and took the subway back.  The second time I took the subway out  an hour and a half and then rode back into Seoul.  I think I like the second method, since I can get to the quiet river town of Yangpyeong quickly. The road is really flat for most of the way so it's easy to cover distance quickly.  My legs are slowly getting stronger so that even on slightly steeper inclines, I can just shift downgear and keep petaling.  
When I was in middle school, I REALLY hated exercise.  I like riding my bike, but after I got into that car accident when I was 14, I didn't ride a bike for several years.  I realize how much I've missed it.  I think riding a bike is much more fun than other forms of transportation. Your speed is totally dependent on your effort and physical fitness. I like the personal challenge - no one is forcing me to keep going. I keep petaling because I WANT TO. 
I want to keep getting into better shape, so someday I can ride for a week or more.  

stopping for a photo op, just outside of Seoul
South Han River, where 3 river forks meet




Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Lifescape - the future's landscape


This week I have accomplished a major goal for my life in Korea:  I finally earned my black belt in taekwondo.  I want to analyze more deeply in another post about what this means to me, but I was also thinking about my larger goals in Life... now that this main reason for coming to Korea is complete, what do I want to do next?

Moving to Japan is high on my list... I keep looking at Dave's ESL cafe's job postings...

So~  I was browsing a job board looking from jobs in Japan when I saw this :

It's a job posting for bilingual teachers in SF.  

I think about it and I would feel proud to be serving the SF community... I have no small amount of pride to declare that I'm from such a city as San Francisco, so I feel like it would be a worthy duty to work there again... 

It got me thinking about what you asked me before... the "Me in Five years" or maybe my "Bucket List" (things to accomplish before I kick the bucket)
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Here's my list:

- work as a costume designer for film/TV/plays

-draw my fantasy comic and get it published

-draw concept art for video games/ film / TV

-translate anime Japanese ---> English

-translate English to Korean or English

-Event producer for Fanime/ Anime Expo (anime conventions) like work with the special guests or help with logistics

- cosplay/ perform on stage at Tokyo game show 

-study Kung Fu or other martial arts in a beautiful surrounding (like a remote temple in China or Taiwan)

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That's why I think are my true hearts desires..... sure, I could be happy working as a teacher back in the US... but not for 3 or 5 years... I don't think I'm ready to move back and if I get my MA it would be to move into a job in the US, I think... because to get an MA, that would be a 1 to 2 year time commitment so if I move to the US for study, it would be better to think about moving back to "settle down"... at this point, it seems that way.... though life changes so much, it's hard to tell what the picture of my lifescape will look like in even 2 years.... Isn't it enough to think "I want to move to Japan, travel Japan, study Japanese, get my credential in translating Japanese to English and do something more with that later. "  ? 


Just a thought...

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Calm Before the Storm

     These last 2 weeks have been pretty awesome. Despite the fact that I was near broke because I hadn't received my first pay check yet, there was still a lot of frugal good times to be had in expensive Seoul.
     First of all, please excuse the previous blog post. Some readers were confused, but actually these days Donghee and I get along quite well. We've joined the Korean couple trend and placed a locket on the fence around Seoul Tower - and he threw away the key~  I occasionally climb up Namsan (more of a hill than a "mountain") to check on it :)
Scenically placed, it reads "Claire and Donghee: Soul Entwined" 

     About two weeks ago, Korea also celebrated it's version of Thanksgiving, known as "Chuseok." For most Koreans, this holiday is marked with traveling to visit extended family, getting stuck in horrible, 9 hours-for-100 km traffic jams, and stuffing your face with delicious food. When most people around you are talking about meeting family, or other English teachers are flying off for tropical adventures, it can make poor, broke Claire a tad homesick and angsty... but I never let life do that to me (>u<)
     I prefer sitting on my couch than the on the highway, so I took 2 out of 3 and threw a party at my house. Dear friends are my surrogate family, and they kindly covered the cost of food ingredients. I was much happier to fill my belly with Jason's hearty chili and my family's nostalgic recipe for cranberry apple oatmeal crumble instead of kimchi pancakes or songpyeon (white-bean filled rice cakes). Donghee even snuck out of his filial obligations to join the festivities. Another friend Adrian brought some creative card games that helped to change up the usual flow of parties.  All in all, it was an enjoyable evening.

Girl in the plastic bubble! Seriously, it's harder than it looks to stand up
     This past weekend was also eventfully busy but interesting. Summer and Winter must have signed a temporary seize-fire agreement and given administrative weather control over to Autumn since it hasn't rained in over 3 weeks and the days are clear, dry, bright, and warm- perfect for picnics. A few weeks ago, I feel like I didn't have a broad, concrete social base in Korea (good friends keep leaving and moving away...) so I decided to join more meetup.com groups again.  This time was Lost in Seoul group picnic in the spacious and forested Children's Grand Park. Chris came, everyone shared their food, and rode the midget roller coaster. It was a good time.
My awesome Arirang Taekwondo Club - I just got my red belt~! Black belt in December~!!! Fighting~!!
   
Despite all these good times, I am anxious... tomorrow is the day that I will get the result of my interview for the job in Kobe, Japan.  This job is the best opportunity to work in Japan earning a comfortable salary for few teaching hours in an area of Japan I want to live.  However, I'm not sure if I'll be ready to leave Seoul and Korea... if I get the job, I'll have 4 months to prepare but I still sense many things yet completed- annual events and festivals to attend, mountains to climb, cosplays to complete, tkdo skills to improve... I feel like my life is like the roller coaster I rode on Saturday.  I'm painfully, slowly creeping up the apex of accomplishment. But as I climb higher, I can see there is a loop-de-loop just up ahead. The anxiety builds- will I be able to hold on to my precious skills/memories/relationships?  Or will they go flying out of my hands in the overturning chaos of change? I'm prepared for the answer of "no, you didn't get the job"- that would almost be more reasurring. At least I wouldn't have to worry or fear about losing something. But wasn't it in the Alchemist this kind of situation was described?? People work so hard to achieve their dream and just before it comes true, they abandon it because they are afraid of the transformative change it will ignite?
God, grant me the SERENITY to accept the things I cannot change, the COURAGE to change the things I can, and the WISDOM to know the difference.
Amen.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Boys and boyfriends

Oct. 2010 - a goodbye dinner for Lukas with Chris
If you get married, do you have to stop seeing your guy friends?  This is a question I've pondered on many an occasion, specially since arriving in Korea.  I'm an open, independent person who grew up as a tomboy between two brothers.  I always felt like I got along better with guys than women, probably because of my interests in video games, so I've naturally gravitated towards making friends with guys. Even though I had a boyfriend, spending time with my many guy friends has never been an issue. 


When I moved to Seoul, I noticed something a bit different about the relationships between men and women; with the exception of  young children or close relatives, adult Korean men and women hardly ever mingle socially.  Girls and women tend to form closer friendships with other women.  (Korean women can often be seen walking around  hand-in-hand or arms-linked.) Even if a women has a close, childhood guy friend, she will rarely meet him after she marries and would NEVER meet him unaccompanied.  


From books I've read and conversations with Korean friends and co-workers, I've learned that unlike other Asian countries, Korea is significantly influenced by Confucianism. "Confucians taught that a virtuous woman was supposed to uphold “three subordinations”: be subordinate to her father before marriage, to her husband after marriage, and to her son after her husband died." (Wikipedia) It seems that Confucians also supported separation of the sexes - separate housing for female and male servants at the royal palaces, separate school facilities, and the general formation of friendships.  


I've seen this trend among my young Korean friends.  I frequently to go on hiking trips through meetup.com, but my boyfriend Donghee rarely has the time/money to come with me. When I've met Korean guys on the trips, they often exclaim, "Oh, why isn't your boyfriend with you?"  Does this mean Koreans have an expectation that a guy should always accompany his girl or she should spend all her free-time with him?


I enjoy a large social network comprised of men, women, guys and gays. I enjoy the uncommon diversity of people. I want to enjoy my life's most significant relationship along with my friendships, ideally allowing them to merge. I would feel suffocated if I confined my socializing to only one or two people. I want to share my friends with my boyfriend, and I want him to share his friends with me.  I believe sharing our friends can add depth to our relationship. But to Donghee and other Korean friends I've asked, people usually don't introduce their girlfriend or boyfriend to casual acquaintances.  One time I called him and asked "Who are you hanging out with?" and he's nonchalantly replied, "Oh, it's all people you don't know."  I asked, "So, why don't you introduce me to them next time so I can know them?" He told me, "Why should you know them? There isn't any real reason for them to know you..."  Does anyone really need a reason to be introduced to another person?


There is also the issue of spending time with other men, even if you have a boyfriend. As I said before, I never really considered this an "issue" until my first Korean ex-boyfriend (another guy before I met Donghee) expressed displeasure when I spent time with other guys one-on-one without him.  Well, to me they were good friends, not dating possibilities.  I began to think that Korean men can get easily jealous and possessive... 


When I started dating Donghee, I was careful to explain to him that I've always had a lot of guy friends and even one of my best friends in Korea is a guy (shout out to you Chris :) Donghee is a somewhat traditional-thinking but relatively easy-going guy, so it didn't seem to be an issue.  


However... since last week, many people Donghee knows (like his college friends, his internet friends, and even his boss at his part-time job) started telling him that it's not "proper" for me to be hanging out with other guys with out him.  He called me to talk about this and I was annoyed at their statements' lack of logic and highly surprised at Donghee's sudden tendency to agree. Besides, who are they to comment on our relationship??? 


I extended this topic to the conversation I had tonight during a sidewalk BBQ with my downstairs neighbors, a middle aged Korean couple . (They like me because I eat kimchi and try to speak Korean. A REASON TO TRY TO LEARN KOREAN, all you long-term ex-pats!!!! >:D ) They have a daughter who is about my age, and she's already married with a 9-month old baby. I asked them how would they feel if their daughter started meeting other guys for something like language exchange, how would they feel?  The father replied that he would warn his daughter to be cautious or even dissuade her from meeting him.  He agreed, it's specially not "proper" for a married women to maintain close friendships with another guy.


To me, friendship is gender-blind. There is no reason why men and women can't have platonic relationships with each other. Problems only arise if one person's spouse lacks trust in the other and becomes jealous or suspicious. 


...Am I naive to think in this way?  


Thanks for reading this long post. Comments are GREATLY appreciated.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Good Impressions

Today was the first day at my new job. I'm starting on my THIRD year-long contract here in Seoul, and - to follow the cliche - third time is definitely the charm.

In my first year in Korea at Moondeok Elementary, I just barely got my feet wet - I struggled with language barriers, culture and work culture differences, and finding my social niche. At the beginning of my teaching I thought I had to be perfect; since I'm a native speaker, I should be an authority on the language, right? Nope, totally wrong... I learned a bit too late when it's right to admit that you're wrong. Though I made mistakes, I don't regret the past - I learn from it. Looking back, I think I'm a lot wiser from those mistakes. Within a year, I had learned to read and speak some Korean, explored the countryside, and formed life-changing, significant relationships ( namely my boyfriend Donghee :)

In my second year on the job at Eunhye Elementary, I learned the value of a co-teacher - simply because I didn't have one~! I taught 28 hours a week, without anyone else in the class. I wanted full autonomy in the classroom? Well, I got it, and let me tell you, it tastes bitter.

And now... round 3, batter up! This time up to the plate is.... Sacred Heart Middle School! Comparing to my previous schools, this school and teaching situation seems much better, even from the surface-level observations of first-day. The location is within 2 km of my house. I can take one bus that runs from the front of my house to close to the school. My office is my new renovated classroom, and there is a nice lounge for the English teachers adjacent to my classroom. I have four co-teachers who all speak English well. Students in the 2nd and 3rd years are divided into ability levels. The top class is "Justice" followed by "Patience", "Love", and "Peace" at the bottom. Students seemed active and attentive (except for maybe the 3 year low level Peace class). Overall, a very positive first impression.

I'm also determined to make a good impression at this school. I know the meaning of work and the value of a paycheck (specially now when I've been unemployed for 6 weeks). I came to Korea to work, so that's what I should do - will the full strength of my mind, heart, and Seoul - er, soul

;)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Catching Up

Even though this year of 2011 is just a little more than half-way over, a lot has happened the last few months...

The early months of January to March were spent shivering bitterly in the unforgiving Korean winter cold. I also restarted Korean classes after a 6 month hiatus, this time at Sookmyeong Women's University. The classes were Mon/Wed/Fri from 7-9 and I was commuting from far northern Seoul so the schedule was very tight. I remember I didn't really have any time to complete the homework and I was often tired/ lazy on Friday nights, so I occasionally skipped class. I decided to put more effort into studying Korean than attending Taekwondo class, so I kinda stopped going regularly... A lot of good friends also left, and other good friends came back. I agree with the Buddhist idea of life as a wheel.

Just like the Korean weather, when things heat up, it does so with a furious intensity. April, May, and June seemed to have rushed by, I can barely recall what transpired... also, my hard drive crashed in June, so I lost A LOT of photos, haha.... I guess when you take many pictures, you tend not to remember the actual event... maybe it's a disease of our modern era...?

Anyways, in March I bought a bike and a sewing machine, determined to make tons of cosplays and circumvent Seoul via cycle. (Both goals have yet to be throughly accomplished, due cosplay funds being diverted to traveling money and the crappy Korean weather preventing much biking). I also was introduced to a few new friends in about April, so it has added more depth to my life in Seoul. However, they don't live in the same neighborhood, so we can only hang out on weekends.

Hmm, what else? Oh I'm still cosplaying. I recently completed Julia from Tekken cosplay to compliment my boyfriend's Mokujin cosplay. I'm still active in cosplay and I'm dying to get started on a new project... any excuse to romp around Dongdaemun :)

Also, my mother came to visit me in Korea. I think this was the turning point of my life in Korea. I have grown used to many aspects of everyday life in Korea. For example, how to use the subway or how to read Korean letters. When my Mom came, I realized Seoul can be confusing to a new arrival. I had to take care of my Mom almost as if I was the mother and she was the daughter! Maybe this was a foreshadowing of the future when she becomes really old and invalid...? I don't know.... but I do know I'm really glad she came to visit. So few people really understand the scope of my life, and I'm glad to know my mom can relate to some of the important people who now populate my life. It's comforting to have someone understand you and your life situations. I appreciate my family and my mother, but I would prefer to have a few more close friends who understood me and cared about me in the same way....

As for late June and July.... insane craziness. My job piled up the workload and shortening the deadlines. I was determined to finish my contract with a good recommendation, so I chose to work overtime to meet their deadlines. Did I get any thanks? F*ck no. As a slap in the face, they decided to get rid of me early so they wouldn't have to pay my severance. That school was even threatening not to pay my regular salary if I didn't finish all this documents (30 worksheets for their summer camp) by a ridiculous deadline of 3 days. That job was really stressful so in the end I'm glad I didn't have work their silly summer camp.

So what do you do when you in a crazy stressful job situation? ESCAPE TO PARADISE~~! I made the most of my 2 week vacation in July and travel to Sri Lanka and Malaysia. I didn't really get a good chance to research my trip ahead of time, so I landed in the country without any idea of what to do or where to go... luckily, I was traveling to Sri Lanka to see my college friend Charlene, so I could depend on her heavily to plan my one week visit. I had many unforgettable experiences in Sri Lanka, like visiting ancient ruins, following the footsteps of Indiana Jones in the highland tea fields, and exploring the Temple of Buddha's Tooth. More than that, I got to spend quality time and reconnect with a dear friend.

I went to Malaysia with much the same idea in mind - to visit friends and hopefully travel with them. In the back of my mind, my image of Malaysia was a tropical paradise. Visions of relaxing on white sand beaches and jungle trekking floated in the back of my mind. However, this time around, those vision apparently were not to become reality. I didn't know that Kuala Lumpar is quite far from quality beach hang outs and jungle trekking requires 3 to 5 days. Not only did I not allow enough time, but I arrived in the wrong part of Malaysia. *sigh*... I did have a time seeing other college friends in Kuala Lumpar, so that part I don't regret. I will make sure the next time I take a trip, I will research it throughly and try to go along with someone - travelling alone just isn't my cup of tea.

So after nearly 6 weeks of being off work (yay, finally a summer vacation~!!!) , tomorrow will be the first day of a new job. I don't know the details, but I'm very lucky that it's close to my house. Also, I have an interview for ANOTHER job, this time in Kobe Japan that starts April 2011. I feel like the winds of change are just about to blow.... A new school, a new co-teacher, a fresh start... and slowly approaching a closing to my current life in Korea. Even more than that, to be moving back to Japan, this time with my boyfriend Donghee....

I want to maintain my perspective so I can make sure my life will flow in the direction of my choosing.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Realizations

~Originally written July 2010~

I've often thought to myself, "Why am I here i Korea? What am I aiming at creating by being here?" Even though nearly a year has past me by, these thoughts still come to me. Even though my life in Korea is excellently enjoyable, events that have occurred in my life here have simply fallen in my lap. I have not really been the instigator of change in my life.

I was riding home on the subway, thinking about these kinds of thinks and thinking of past desires, the former vision of my future - becoming an English teacher in Japan, marrying my Japanese boyfriend, having Japanese-American kids- and suddenly it struck me. "This is the Claire without Japan."

There was a time about 4 years ago, when somebody asked me "What is the Claire without Japan?" At that time, I made my passion for Japan my everything. My entire self-identity was endlessly entwined with my love of Japan. I sincerely and honestly believed that I needed to change myself, subdue my passionate personality for a boy to love me. I sincerely and honestly believed that I needed to emulate a culture and a people to be loved by them.

In my year in Japan, I realized the ugly truth - the ideal I'd subscribed to was not "me" and as much as I loved Japanese culture, trying to be Japanese was not being "me".

I think at that time (probably from when I was in DVC at 18 to at SFSU at 22 years old) I was acting as "me" but the things I thought I wanted for myself (a Japanese boyfriend, the search for self-affirmation from people I barely knew and who barely knew me) was misguided. I wanted to impress others with a special skill they could not easily attain. I wanted to set myself apart from others by making the unusual choice to reach outside of my comfort zone .

...even now, I made the choice to come to a new country with a difficult language and radically different cultural rules and norms. Though I've managed to adapt and learned to speak a good deal of Korean, the transition has not been easy.

But... I have obtained that niche I have always sought. I am a fluent English speaker with skills in Japanese and even Korean. The important thing is that I now realize the parts that are "me"... and that as my life changes, I will continue to change. For the better, I hope.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Korean Bus Drivers do WHAT?!?!


It was normal commute to work on Thursday morning - the crowded stuffy bus, the driver taking off like he was at the F1 after each stop and overtaking other slower buses, the gridlocked traffic, and the LOOOONG traffic light 200 meters before my stop. But as we pulled up to the notorious light, the driver did something I never would have expected... in the middle of major thoroughfare , he opened the door, hopped out of the bus with it's engine still running, stood in front and proceeded to light up a cigarette!
My jaw dropped to the ground. I turned to the Korean lady sitting next to me and she was also looking out at the bus driver, though rather disinterestedly. I couldn't communicate my shock into Korean, so I simply pointed outside with a expression of shock on my face. She simply shrugged as if to say "It happens all the time." How can behavior so irresponsible be regarded as average and ordinary???
I walked into worked and retold my tale of the morning's episode to my Korean co-teacher Jaemin. She barely batted an eyelash, shrugging it off much like the Korean lady on the bus. "How can you take this kind of thing so casually?!" I exclaimed. "It's really dangerous for a driver to get of the bus in the middle of the road, not to mention he's in the middle of working and he's suddenly taking a break for a smoke!" Jaemin looked up at me nonchalantly. "Bus drivers' have a kind of special privilege. Their job is very stressful, so nobody really bothers to consider this kind of thing worth noticing. Plus, they know how long the light is, so they'll get back on the bus in time." I couldn't believe everyone seemed to consider this kind of dangerous irresponsibility to be excusable. Is everyone above the law if they find the right excuse? Maybe this was an isolated incident....
I was to be proven wrong. On my way home and at the same light except on the opposite side of the street, what does the bus driver do but open the door and hop off the bus for a smoke!! This can't just be a coincidence... Below is photographic evidence. The first pic is from the morning and the other 3 are from the afternoon, showing the obviously empty driver seat.
Blog readers, what do you think? Is this practice common in other countries? Have you ever heard of this happening in America or Japan?


Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Fan, Friend, or Interpreter? (Part 1)

Three or four weeks ago, I had a rare Wednesday night-out in nightclub-town Hongdae with my Korean friend Seolak to see a live of a Korean band called Achtung. Neither of us knew of the band , but the music was smooth and upbeat acoustic indie rock and the concert (with a totally packed house) was pretty energetic. The lead singer even spoke and sing a decent amount of English. I liked it enough to buy a CD and I listened to it on my Ipod pretty frequently.


About two weeks later I was back in Hongdae on a Friday with another group of friends, Lukas from Czech and Wiyen from Malaysian. We were searching the labyrinth of Gold Bar I, Gold Bar III, and Ho Bar I to VI for some dance club, when Lukas paused to read a sign. “Hey, they have some German band playing at this club. Hmmm, I've never heard of Achtung...” I stopped dead in my tracks. In blind excitement I dragged everyone inside. The show was almost over, but the audience of kept calling for encores. I added my own shouts in English and it was enough to attract the lead singer Cho Seung-Yup's attention. “Hey, I know you...”, he called out. “And I know you!” I replied. He strummed his guitar and absentmindedly crooned out a tune. “I know you... you know me...”, till suddenly he seemed to realize he was still on stage and apologized to his audience, drawing giggles from Korean girls. While he continued into the next song, my heart melted in my chest like hot butter– he'd just serenaded me!!!

After he got off the stage and came round the bar, I approached him and told him how much I deeply enjoyed his music. I asked him if I could buy his second album and... could I buy him a drink? (Yes, this is the first time I have ever bought a drink for a man.)
I had a fairly good time chatting with him about music, his influences, and his inspirations... turns out Seung-Yup knows many of my favorite bands like Counting Crows and he's a big fan of U2. I think it's very rare to meet a musician who doesn't mind socializing with audience members after a show... too many artists seem to want to keep some distance. But we all had a good enough that midnight came and went, we left the first club and changed locales in search of food and coffee, and it's was 3am before anyone mentioned about going home. Though my friends and I considered crashing at a jimjilbang (a public bathhouse with a communal resting space – not for a good night's sleep by any means) Seung-Yup offered to spare us the trouble and give us a ride home in his car! Driving through Seoul in the early dawn hours along the Han River Highway, with none of the usual traffic other than a few rouge taxi drivers, Czechoslovakian Lukas singing along to Bollywood parodies of Christmas songs, sitting in the car of my new favorite band's lead singer- this is a memory which will be forever imprinted into my mind. Life is strange and beautiful.

After dropping Lukas off, Seung-Yup and I chatted a bit and I told him I want to try and become a singer. I sung him my best version of Cowboy Bebop's “Real Folk Blues” and he seemed appreciative, saying (perhaps half-jokingly) that I could possibly sing for Achtung. We exchanged phone numbers and he promised to call me about meeting up again.

Well... tonight was that meeting....
...and I'm too tired tonight, so the story will continue tomorrow (^^;;)

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Darker SIde of Teaching in Korea

I was surfing ELT forums looking for lesson ideas when I discovered this post. The topic was about renewing for another year:
I have a sweet job that I am leaving in a boys middle school and my wife has the same in another boys middle school. Comes complete with a very nice two bedroom apartment for which we pay NO utilities.
EPIK, or anyone, can have it. We are done with the xenaphobia, hate, racism, and irresponsibility of a culture that cannot grow up and make it to the twentieth century, let alone the twenty first.
We are going to Myanmar to work in an international school for half the pay, we are at the top of the EPIK pay scale, but way more job satisfaction and a much better quality of life.
Put it this way, five years here, a school that loves me, the head of the local POE told them to do anything to keep me, yet I did not even get a raise when I renewed, even to the mythical EPIK 1+ scale, not even brought up, utter dreck.
Trust me, there are many who feel as we do and many more who are leaving. As long as Korea remains mired in the Confusian culture that treats non-Koreans as second class citizens with no rights, who are vilified in the press and on the news, and have no respect for laws, contracts, and just plain common courtesy people will be leaving the country and jobs will be open.
As long as Korea requires nothing more than a B.A. (how stupid is that) to teach their children, they will suffer the dubious distinction of being 191st in the world on TOEIC scores, with a population that cannot innovate, think critically, and communicate effectivly in the English.
To put it bluntly, the Korean public school system is losing two teachers, with over ten years experience between them, teaching creds., and CELTAs becuase they treat us like cattle.
If you want to come here, please do, its a nice life for a while, but when the real Korea shows through, as it eventually will, the boredom, hate, and stupidity will reach in and grab you and you will wonder why you ever got off the plane at Incheon.
http://forums.eslcafe.com/korea/viewtopic.php?t=180417

I've heard all this from other sources and from my own experiences too. My co-worker refers to anyone who is not Korean as a foreigner and often asks me questions that begin like "Do other foreigners also do _______?" Unlike this man, I don't have such larges amount of credentials or experience but I do feel how the administration doesn't take my complains or requests very seriously.

These days I'm thinking more seriously about how long I want to stay here. And at the very least, I'm glad I'm not Korean so I have the option of leaving.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Blurring Gender Lines


What is to be handsome? What is makes a man a man? It may not be common knowledge that the ideals of "manliness" do not hold true for all countries. In Seoul, I've spotted quite a few examples of men behaving in ways that men back home wouldn't be caught dead doing.

Take Evidence #1: Pink Cellphone
This lovely shade of princess pink is not a color an average American Joe Smith would likely choose. I will continue to investigate further as to why pink is not a taboo color for men.

Evidence #2: Make-overs at Manskin Men's Beauty Shop
This isn't for a photo shoot or a television appearance. This is taken at a shop entirely devoted to men's skin health and beauty. And from some of the smiles he gave the camera, he seems to be enjoying it....

American men, pay attention~!!! You too can powder you nose a bit and cover up your unsightly pimples!

Evidence #3: Male Manicure
This was shocking even to my Korean friends. A Korean couple are getting a manicure TOGETHER. Korean couples have a very strong "togetherness" factor. They tend to cling to each other like 2012 is tomorrow. My guess is that she talked him into buffing up his nails.


Conclusion:
Concern for a man's beauty is more of a health consideration and has nothing to do with being "feminine". Overall, Koreans seem to place great value on health and hygiene so there isn't anything "gay" about caring for your health.

The pink cellphone though... that's just way out there.

Peace~
Claire

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Rare Connections

Last Saturday I joined a regular meet up with a social club Climbing in Korea for a trip down to Taebak Mountain area for the widely publicized snow festival. Though the city sponsored event was depressingly below expectations (all the snow had melted and refrozen into treacherous ice, they charged fees for attractions on top of an entrance fee, it was more crowded than a Tokyo subway at rush hour), I did get to meet and talk with some new people. If you're a hardworking Korean with an average 10 hour work day and 6 day work week (and no overtime pay), an active social life is difficult to create and maintain. Rather than meet your friends for dinner and drinks every day after work like many Seoulites, I prefer hiking and sports groups as a way to break away for the stuffy, boxy office buildings and remember what nature looks like.

On the Saturday trip to Taebak Mountain, I ended up talking to my neighbor John on the bus, a forty-somethings British guy teaching business English at an academy offered by the British Council. Unlike the average “Native Speaking English Teacher” in Korea, (a fresh grad with almost no life experience, a resident of North America, tall, white, fair skin and eyes because Korean employers prefer a “foreign” non-Asian appearance), John is a former high school teacher and very knowledgeable about literature. Not since I finished my Intro to Science Fiction class and graduated in May, I haven't had an intelligent conversation about literature. Most Koreans don't read storybooks to study English; they memorize grammar rules and word lists to prepare for SAT, TOIEC, and a shitload of English aptitude tests. They judge their achievement by test scores, which rarely ever accurately measure their communicative ability. Competition for educations and jobs is fierce in Korea, and tests scores are unfortunately highly valued for measuring aptitude for everything.

I chatted on and off with John my bus buddy about our favorite books and the different required texts for UK and USA. They read a lot of Shakespeare 1984 but not A Brave New World, Lord of the Flies, or Catcher in the Rye. I talk a bit to my neighbors to the left and behind me too. The conservative seeming guy in his 30s named Kim Sihyung turned out to have one of the most interesting job descriptions I've heard to date: Crash Test Technician for Hyundai Motors. Wow... I mean, wow..... how cool is that?? I asked him if he likes to drive. He replied he dreads to drive in Seoul, a city famous for it's reckless drivers.

I'd introduced myself to Chong Hee, a 20ish Korean girl sitting behind me on the bus, but our conversation had been shorter than a matchstick with a spark which seemed to die as quickly. But near the end of the bus ride on the return trip home, she was collecting contact info from Sihyung and others in the rip and she asked for mine as well. I reluctantly replied that I'd give it to here if she was actually going to contact me someday. Though I knew it would be rude I wanted to be honest so I told her this truth of mine. I've had too many people, Koreans and Japanese, who want to “make a foreigner friend” to practice English, ie use me for free English lessons with a flimsy promise of language exchange. She was a little taken aback by my rather harsh response, but she promise to contact me so we ended up exchanging phone numbers.

When I asked Chong-Hee where she lived I was in for a shock; turns out she lives in the apartment complex adjacent to my school, Moondeok Elementary – the same school she used to attend as an elementary student 10 years ago!!! Talk about coincidences! The chance connection was enough to convince me she was someone worth knowing.

Fast forward to Thursday; I responded to a polite mail from Chong-Hee had sent (Hello, it was nice to met! Let's keep touch!!) and met her for coffee after work. What do you know, our was of connection grew exponentially! She chose to study medicine so she could easily get a green card and go to the US, a lot like more own mother. She studied abroad in SoCal and has visited SF and Tokyo. She even studying English at the same language school where I'm studying Korea!

More important for me, she turned out to be a really strong willed and actively engaging person, though characteristically polite by defering to give me a direct opinion on any topic.

Most remarkable moment in hanging out was the chance to offer insight in the difficulties of cultural miscommunications and their affect on developing relations between Asians and Westerners.. Chong-Hee told me it was difficult to become close with forienger friends because they often never replied to her mails. It's a common practice in Korea (and Japan) after meeting or spending time together with a friend to send a polite mail to thank them for the good time. I told her many Americans would read that mail and say “Oh that's nice, but what does she want from me...?” Without a clear plan to meet or a reason to meet each other, the initial connection dies fast. Koreans and Japanese almost always offer a name or business card as a polite formality of self-introductions.

Also interesting was a moment when my boyfriend Gi-Hyun called me while I was talking to Chong-Hee. We talked for a bit and he asked to speak to my new friend. When I hung up, I asked her what he'd said. “He asked me to take care of you.” This was very strange to my ears at first and I responded with annoyance. Take care...?? I'm an adult, why should anyone take care of me? But I remembered this is Asia and co-dependence upon each other, mutual interdependence, is key to developing close relationships. If you always do everything on you own, without following the group, you can never be close to anyone in Korea.

I explained these conflicts of American values of self-reliance and individualism against Korean values of interdepence and collectivism to Chong-Hee she was throughly shocked. She'd lived in the US for a year, but she said she felt now she didn't know America at all, vowing to studying American culture.

No, I replied. Dont study it, Korean style. Don't buy a book and memorize a list of facts and dates. Live it, experience it, know it, and you'll LEARN and KNOW.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

O Adventurous Year of Being 23


To some people a birthday is just another day to hang out with friends. My birthday, however is at the very end of the year, so this is always a time for me to reflect on the past year's happenings and events.So how ways my past year of being 23?

I think my year was winding river, with many twists and turns in the direction of the flow. I started the year very unsure about what would happen or what I really wanted; I would graduate but I wasn't settled about what job I wanted or what I could even get. I wasn't sure about my future with Japan and the JET program. My group of friends had shift a lot in the past year and I was spending time with totally different groups of people in a city still unfamiliar to me.And then the biggest twist of all, I am now in Seoul, living a life I never would have expected (nor do I have much I can expect, and delightfully so).

But honestly, I think this year of uncertainty has been on of adventure. It has been a chance to see the paths I have walked and make a choice to change course. I deeply believe life is not about "finding yourself" but about MAKING YOURSELF. I feel blessed to have experienced some challenges and been given the strength to make the choice for a path of uncertainty and adventure.


To see the friends and significant people who came together to share my birthday with me was a kind of self-affirmation, a second unexpected twist, Today I spent the morning with my boyfriend Gi-Hyun (if you don't know, yes I met a nice Korean guy. yes, I think Korean guys are more affectionate than Japanese guys, but that's a topic for another diary :) and then went to a cafe in Gangnam station area to meet up with some friends for a small party.



As I was sitting in the cafe, waiting for my friends and Gi-Hyun to show, the brown-grey wintry clouds unleashed their baggage - it began to snow! It was just like the song "Walking in a winter wonderland~~ ..." The normally dirty black streets were suddenly transform in a blanket of white, like powdered sugar on a dark fudge brownie. A snowy birthday, how perfect!







But most importantly....

my friends finally gathered, a cake was brought, candles were lit,
the most wonderful birthday song was sung to me, in English and Korean. As I sat there for a moment thinking of my birthday wish, I looked
at the faces of new friends who surrounded me.
Crazy-fun-talkative-ball of energy Wiyen from Malaysia, cool-laid-back Lukas from Czech, my improv acting friend Meghan from Canada, the ever-jesting Kyung-Uk and sweet Taeun from Korea, and my namja-chingu (boyfriend in Korean), Gi-Hyun. I feel blessed to have only lived in this country for 4 months, but I already feel I know 5 people who really care about me.




As it says on my the birthday card my mom sent me, "It's all about the Journey... and the friends you make along the way."

There will always be a good time. But a good time is always better when shared with caring friends. Thank you to my new and dear friends who made this day very enjoyable.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

"Hallelujah~!" - Handel's Messiah in Seoul

I just come back from a performance of Handel's Messiah at the historic Chung-dong First Methodist Church, in City Hall Station in Seoul. I have to say, they were pretty fantastic and throughly enjoyable. I feel a bit strange that I can enjoy classical music this much, as I really hated it when I was younger.



A clip of "Rejoice Greatly" with the awesome soprano Myung-Sung Han




I used to get really bored and wonder why they were shouting to such loud noise. But after months of my ears swimming in a audio sea of sugary-sweet, "oily" K-pop, I guess the familiarity of this music is comforting to me. My mom played this music a lot at holiday dinner parties, and "Hallelujah" is used in many American films. Also, when I sit back and take in the enormous amount of time and effort the musicians and the choir must have put in to pull this off, I begin to feel that this is not a performance but rather a gift. I think of my old roommate Allison's scholarship award speech that the actor's performance was a gift of sacrifice. Bathed in the waterfalls of sweet soprano voice, I feel the hard work that they have put in. For less than $10 I got to see a professional grade, heart-moving and goosebumps-inducing full on choir and orchestra.

See what people are capable of creating. Isn't humankind fascinating?

Friday, December 18, 2009

Transitions: Part 1 – Work Life

The wind whistles outside my window, once warm and caressing, now cold and biting. It has yet to snow, but most mornings I awake to a pale, overcast sky. The full, shady trees and low, lumpy mountains which shouldered my neighborhood have long ago traded their deep green luster for crisp autumn orange and red; even that has fallen away to the dull, sullen winter hues of stark barren brown.

From late summer to full winter, the seasons of my life here has moved from that uncertain, fluid period of transition called Autumn. More than three months of life in Seoul have already passed me by, faster than I could keep up with recording the immense amount of exciting changes which have occurred. Settling into my new job, new friends in unlikely places, mountains and challenges surmounted, and new perspectives gained

Rather resume my chronicles from where I left of the last time in Japan, I believe it would be more fitting to answer the question which appears most frequently on my Facebook wall: “So, how’s life in Korea? What are you doing these days?” Here’s the longer answer which won’t fit in the 400 character limit of a wall post. :)

When I arrived in Korea, I had literal NO IDEA what my situation would be like. Would I teach 3rd grade absolute beginners or high school seniors? Where in Seoul would I be living and working? After a 10 day questionably helpful and thoroughly mind-numbing and tedious orientation at the National Institute of Education in Hyehwa (northern Seoul), I was told what my teaching situation would be - on the day my school representative and co-teacher Shin Phoebe-teacher came to pick me up. (I’ve quickly learned, the Korean education administration is not known for tremendous advance planning and proactive forethought).

I am working for the Seoul Metropolitian Office of Education (SMOE) in Moondeok Elementary School in Moonjeong, the southeast most corner of Seoul. I am currently teaching the 5th and 6th grades. There are 6 classes in each grade and about 30 students in each class, so that gives me about 360 students.

(So with 360 students, do I remember all my student’s names? I think do pretty well, averaging about 40%. Names like Elle, Jiwoo, and Mina aren’t too hard but names like Young-ha, Ha-Young, Woo-Sung, and Sun-Won often give me a lot of trouble remembering who is who. Some students have English names, but I tend to use their Korean name, since their homeroom teachers don’t know I’m talking about when I ask them about Tom. Students also tend to chose similar names, since they don’t know many English names. In my 6-3 class, two students’ English name is both Grace so they asked me to call them Grace 1 and Grace 2, getting very annoyed when I forgot the number or mixed them up. I eventually gave up, since I prefer Minna and Na-Young anyways.)

I consider myself lucky with my working conditions; I’m contracted to teach a minimum of 22 hours per week, but with my schedule I get an extra two hours of overtime (a nice bit of pocket money for weekend nights out). At first the 5 classes per day schedule was pretty exhausting; I teach from 9-12, get a one hour lunch break , and then one more 40 minute class. By October, I think I got pretty settled into my routine, and it isn’t so tiring anymore. After I’m done teaching, in the afternoon… “lesson planning” (aka desk warming… I’m trying very hard to get over my facebook addiction >_< ). Many other private English academy teachers have to teach 30 hours week, and don’t get paid to lesson plan.

Of course with ever job there are parts you love and part you hate and desperately want to change. I’d say the best parts of my job are the people I get to work with and around. No, not my co-workers, but the students themselves. They delight me, they amuse me, they all too often frustrate the hell out of me with their low English communicative ability, but it’s all worth it when I walk down the halls to lunch and students run to the door as they catch a glimpse of me, give an excited wave and yell, “Hello~ Miss Claire-teacher!!” Every student is trained to greet all teachers with a respectful “Angyoung-haseyo” , but I think I can easily claim the title of most popular teacher, because the Korean teachers give homework and I give high-fives :)

This is my "English Village" classroom, where I live part time. nice and spacey eh? I'd say I'm too busy to use 85% of the materials though...
From December 2009 - thanksgiving and christmastime
Some of my students who made me Christmas cards. Bomi to my left is a awesome student, a bit soft-spoken but really engaged in learning English.
From December 2009 - thanksgiving and christmastime
This is my most memorable student, "HeeHee" Joo Young-Ha. First day of class, I asked him to stand and tell me his name. "Teacher~! Me is HeeHee!" I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly so asked him why. "Becauzu, HeeHee name funny!" Yes, he is bundle of mysterious ADHD energy. He's a bit camera shy here, but his face lights up like a lightbulb when, on occasion, he understands what I've asked him to do and knows the answer.
From December 2009 - thanksgiving and christmastime


First day of snow at my school a week ago. I ran outside with the rest of the kids, marveling in the dazzling fall of frosty, white fluff.
From December 2009 - thanksgiving and christmastime


A view of the "playground" from the top floor of the school building. Notice a lack of play equipment?
From December 2009 - thanksgiving and christmastime


(From left) Easily my favorite class, this is Michael the clown, Moongyung the English prodigy, and Sang-Chul the shy tiger cub (because of his hair style) I think Moongyung will grow-up to be Minster of Foreign Affairs, and Michael will be a sports newscaster. My favorite Michael one-liner about why I could go back to SF for the break "Because Teacher said the chicken is too expensive!" ahh, the old, "chicken/ticket/kitchen" mix-up. To Koreans, those /t/ and /ch/ and /ki/ sounds are the same.
From December 2009 - thanksgiving and christmastime




So why high-fives in a culture where respect and distance are expected between teacher and student? Where hugs and intimate contact with the students is a cultural rarity?
I’ve figured out that Native Speaking English teachers like myself are hired more for the “foreign presence” and prestige we lend to our schools, and less for our teaching abilities. In other words, many Korean teachers don’t take us seriously. I’m think I’m mostly respected for my work since dramatic “stage presence” keeps the students entertained. So I’ve pretty much committed myself to never taking myself too seriously. I think my job isn’t really about helping low level students to suddenly ascertain English skills, simply by being in my proximity (as I suspect my principal believes), but rather to be a friendly, international English-speaking presence and help they overcome the “us and them mentality” (“I’m no English, I’m Korean.” Ie, I’m Korean so I naturally can’t speak English).

I’d say that the other best and worst are my co-teachers. My I share my classes with a Korean co-teacher, the 5th grade with Yoon-teacher and the 6th grade with Shin Phoebe-teacher. Phoebe is a life saver, incredibly organized and often thinking ahead, a thoroughly appreciated rarity in a sea of disorganized education administration. She speaks near native English and we work really well as a team, usually tag-team teaching. Yoon-teacher is an utterly different story; she’s older, about 60 and our lack of communication often approaches headache-inducing levels. She’s actually a long term substitute who’s never taught English before this. She’s not very patient with listening to me, often seemingly assuming she understood me. Our combined lack of experience in leading a class through a proper English lesson has made my job incredibly frustrating. I didn’t know how to co-teacher with her for the longest time; she’s older than me, but she’s always buying me drinks and food and complimenting my clothing, attempting to curry my favor, but it only makes confused on who has authority. Eventually, I think we’ve worked out a system where we both do some lesson planning a week ahead of time, we sit down and I talk REALLY slowly about what I want to do, listen to her suggestion and decide on a plan. During class, I pretty much take the lead getting the class to do what I want, and she asks as a support, playing and pausing the CD when needed.

The worst of the worst? My textbook. The textbook topics often seem chosen at random and the materials don’t provide that many game or activities for teaching the theme language. The teacher’s book is full of grammar mistakes and was probably written by a Korean. I really want to use more creative activities like drama or art-based lessons in my class, but I’m pretty stuck with “play the dialogue, ask concept check questions, listen and repeat, play a game”, since unfortunately most of my students are low beginners and some don’t know how to read and write. I’m looking forward to the new school year in spring , since I’ll likely be teaching the same students (the new 6th graders) and I can allocate some time to teach phonics to the struggling students and get the advanced speakers into a drama club which I’m going to create.

It’s all in a days’ work, I guess. Almost too quickly, I’ve become very settled in this routine and in this space. I hope though this is merely apart of my day-to-day routine, I can still distinguish differences for the life I knew before.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Those Days – Japan Trip Day 1: Kamakura Wanderings

August 13th, 2009

The next day I must have been severely jet-lagged because I awoke at the hellishly early hour of 5am. I managed to screw my eyes tightly shut and catnap for another good hour, but the loft in Veronica’s place where I slept was directly under the skylight, making any further attempts at sleep rather futile. I think I facebooked for a few hours while I waited till Veronica finally rose. Since I was already almost noon, and I was leaving for Takamatsu in the western isle of Shikoku early the next morning, we decide to head to the nearby historic temple-strewn town of Kamakura.
This was my third visit to Kamakura, but for me frequency of visits does nothing to lessen the charm and mystery of a place so weighted with centuries of history. Kamakura was once the capital city of Japan and the stately architecture of the traditional Japanese homes and buildings belay its former status.

The blue-tile roof mansions with expansive gardens of maple and shrubs and ponds of ancient koi, the moss covered walls of a stone lined stream, narrow, rambling streets lined with cobblestones, and of course temples and shrines as abundant and numerous as Chinese food in Chinatown. If there is any other city in the world other than the Vatican which sustains its economy from religious devotion, Kamakura comes in a close second.

From August 2009 Japan touchstones

Veronica and I rather aimless wandered through the streets, simultaneously exploring and getting slightly lost (which in my opinion is the same thing.) I kept pinching myself to accept the reality; I’m finally back in Japan~!!! We ended up visiting three or four temples, but only the bamboo garden temple is worth mentioning. The front garden is rather standard, though the sloped pathway one must walk to approach the temple gate gives a visitor the uplifting feeling of leaving ordinary place for holy ground. For me this feeling was confirmed as I passed around to the back grounds of this small temple, and was suddenly met with a deep grove of bamboo, its skyward reaching inviting me to let myself be enveloped in their green wooden embrace. As I proceeded along the cut-stone pathway, I felt like I should not let my voice rise above whisper, lest I disturb the tranquility of this towering bamboo cathedral. On a few stems which leaned close to the path, I could see brown indentations, the marks of thousands of visiting hands. In such a place, I am small; this is the feeling of treading sacred ground.
After our bit of wandering Kamakura’s mainstay, Veronica and I hopped on the old streetcar the Enoden and headed to the nearby beach of Yugihama.
Despite living in San Francisco, I had only been to the beach twice the entire summer, and was dying for chance to don my newly acquired bikini (even if my stomach was not as toned as is proper). Even for a Thursday, the beach was really crowded and it took a bit of asking to find a place to change clothes.
As I strode down the beach, I could feel the eyes of many drawn upward in my direction, I remarked to Veronica how no matter where you go in Japan, as a “gaijin” (foreigner) you are always self conscious, never able to be anonymous, somewhat like a of like a rouge celebrity. Such worries were forgotten in lieu of the pure pleasure of swimming in the warm ocean, the soft waves dancing along with me. The sea of this southward facing bay is very different from the violent sea of the harsh, cold, rough northern California coast.


I kept looking around for any cute guys, but they all seemed have stayed home that day. The memory of man, however, is forever burned into my minds’ eye. He SUPER skinny middle-aged man with long shoulder-length scraggly gray locks. His skin was orange-brown from far too much sun and his small, thin, womanly hips he wore a tighter than flattering shiny HOT PINK SPEEDO. The image of him in my mind makes me giggle even now.
After a short walk down the beach, bought ice creams from the “conbini” Lawsons and sat out front on a bench enjoying the melting flavors of ice cream and a summer early evening… ahhh, after so much hard work this summer to move out and move on, training and preparing, I think this was the first time to sit and purely enjoy time as I lay before me; finally a moment of summer.
As we walked back to the station, the dull ache in my head worsened to full-blown headache and I realized I was probably sun-stoked and dehydrated. But I had to travel 1 hour north to the main railway station at Yokohama to pick up my Japan Rail Pass since I was heading to Takamatsu early the next morning. I managed to grin and bare it through the subway crowded with evening commuters and the busy travel agency packed with Obon travelers. When I finally got back to Yokotsuka, navigated the bus (stopping at Mr. Donuts to pick up my breakfast, though they don’t have my favorite matcha green tea donuts anymore…), it was all I could do to prop myself up long enough to repack my hiking bag, check the time of my train, crawl up the ladder to the loft, and collapse in an exhausted sleep.
My grand-scheme trip awaited… A final thought floated through my mind as I drifted off, “Life is good to those who are patient…”