Seoulsearching2008

A time of readjustment

2008-08-06T15:02:00.000+09:00

As you may have guessed, I am back in Minnesota. Actually, a couple days after I landed back in the states I drove up north to Grand Marais with my parents for the week. We take this little jaunt every summer, so luckily even with my 6 month get-away we were able to head to Lake Superior once again. Didi stayed kept an eye on the house for us. ;)

Given that last night was my first time back in the cities, I haven't had much time to gather my thoughts about being back in the US. I did a great deal of thinking (probably too much but that's what being in a remote allows) in Grand Marais and I suppose this was a good location to permit the jumble of thoughts and feelings emerge. To be honest, I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I am not going back to Korea (at least for a while). I feel like I am vacationing in Minnesota and heading back home to Seoul. I miss Korea so much already, but that's normal right? Reminiscing about your study abroad experience? The so-called "life changing" experience. Actually, I think study abroad should be mandatory (at least for the most part) because the students who don't choose to study abroad are often the ones who need this experience the most. I am recognizing various changes in myself (whether they are outwardly noticeable I don't know, but internally is more important to me). People have repeatedly told me it's a "growing," "time of your life," "out-of-body" experience. And well, this is one time where "I told you so" seems appropriate. However, it has only been a little over a week since I've been placed back in the states, so I know the adventure (make my mind pipe down just a little please) is far from over. It just seems strange to watch 6 months of my life end and return to what was once considered to be my normal life. I'm a pretty adaptable person, but this may take some getting use to. Either way my senior year (and all the hype-both good and bad-that comes with it) is quickly approaching. Don't worry. I will give it my all as usual, but I have a feeling that my travels will not cease to enter my mind on a regular basis.

My life may not be as interesting now that I have returned to the normalcy of life in St. Paul, but I may be updating this blog every once in a while (whether anyone reads it or not!) Thanks for following me on my journeys throughout the past months. ^^

Last few days in Seoul

2008-07-21T07:40:00.000+09:00

Below:[Kelly & me after bungee jumping. Yes, those are...velcro straps]-->

It's 7:41am in Korea. The air in my dormitory seems damp, but then again the past few days have been accumulating a fair amount of moisture (given that it is the rainy season). My roommate returned to the states early, so the room is quiet with the exception of the random beeping of the air-conditioner and sounds of water droplets from my bathroom which is still freshly soaked from a shower that gave the entire room a good stray-down.

This past week (actually past month) has been filled with goodbyes and last minute attempts to catch a glimpse of my favorite places (and unexplored places) in Seoul. To be honest, when asked what my favorite moment was during the semester it is extremely difficult to narrow it down to a single time, person, place or ...single anything. It has been the accumulation of events unfolding throughout the semester, building of relationships, instances filled with "uh-huh" moments in which I feel like I am starting to belong in this place across the Pacific and random everyday happenings. Although I am writing you with the knowledge that I will entering an airplane in a little over 3 days, this nugget of information has not sunk in. Actually, I prefer to stay this way. Perhaps my mild version of insomnia has been helping distort this bit of reality. I have been trying to avoid the last moments of goodbye or rather get it over quickly. I'm even going back to the home that I tutored at to say goodbye once again... I'm kind of a softy. The kid that I tutored was a sweetie, so how can I not go back and say goodbye (no...good luck with the next year)?
I prefer leaving with a smile because that's what this trip has been right? Full of memories and good times, so why change that at the last moment? Some friendships I have made in my previous travels (before the semester) I am still holding onto, so I'm hoping these relationships will be no different. Yes, relationships will change overtime but change is not necessarily a bad thing. Actually it's necessary and keeps things interesting, so here goes. I wonder if I have changed at all while I have been abroad.
Study abroad advisers, professors, friends back home and so on are always talking about how people "change" after coming back from abroad. It just depends in what way. I think the level of change just depends on each individual case. During this semester, I know I have grown (not physically...as far as I am aware of but you know what I mean) but not necessarily "changed" (at least by the definition that you have in mind. I have been trying to be open-minded to nearly everything during this experience but at the same have held on pretty tightly to who I am. So, as far as I know, good ol' Emily Kessel is coming back to MN. I might make several attempts to dodge my plane flight, but in the end the inevitable will happen (I'll some how make it onto that plane...actually 3 planes given my layovers). So, no worries.

Off to class. I'm taking all my language exams on Wednesdays, so after that I'll try to make a slight change to my blog or update my facebook status to let you know that I survived. ;) haha. Despite the studying, these next days will be filled with good times. I'm letting anything get in the way (except perhaps a briefsnooze in class... ^^ Until I see you again, take care!
Wherever this blog decided to place this photo:[first night out with the group from the ESWS/ Ewha's language program] -->

Life at Ewha: Nothing to Hide ^^

2008-07-10T20:39:00.000+09:00

Literally across the street (although traffic is a bit more of an obstacle here than in MN) from Yonsei University sits Ewha Womens' University. It is here that my 3-week language program shall begin (and end sooner than I and my fellow program participants may think...so time is very valueable ^^). First off, I'll get this out of the way (before you see any photos), the university's title may seem a little misleading because male students can study at Ewha; however, I believe it's only open to men international students during the summer session (but this is just a guess). So, besides this loophole (for the guys that is) Ewha remains a womens' university (the most famous female university in Korea). To be honest, I haven't scoped out the entire campus because I have been venturing back-and-forth between my previous campus (apparently Yonsei is still on my good side ^^) and Ewha.

My placement test landed me in level 2, which is definitely a challenge. The class is conducted entirely in Korean, which is probably the best way to learn (out of necessity), so immediately I was given a wake-up call, "Need to work on my listening and speaking skills...practice (hopefully) makes perfect." I need to make practical conversation more a priority instead of just grammar, but it is difficult because in level 2, there are so many grammar points that I need to catch up on. However, what I would prefer getting out of this experience is the skill to communicate at least the point that I will have a stronger (although I already plan to return here) reason and desire to travel back to Korea in the near future. The levels are Ewha are a bit different than Yonsei because they are split into mini levels within each level such as 1.1, 1.2... We shall see. Let's hope that sitting in a class (no doozing off allowed or Emily will become a little more than a teensy bit confused). My class consists of two students from Hong Kong, two from France, one from Canada and three from Japan. Everyone seems cool including the teachers, which is reassuring. Let's see if they can top my Yonsei class though haha. No, I won't do rankings because everyone is amusing in a different way. I'm trying to continue to meet with my friends from the previous semester (and in between stage-vacation time) as well as get to know people from this program. Can I extend my stay please? ;)

By the way, the graduate dormitories are quite a sight. The rooms are spacious (meaning the beds are not 1 inch...excuse me cm... apart), have a modern look/feel and there is no curfew (unlike many of the dorms in Korea). I have even adjusted to the Korean-style bathrooms with the shower and toilet smashed into the same room. Remember my earlier blog (Bangkok) I was quite frightened or rather irritated by the idea of showering in the same area as going to the bathroom? This phenomenon no longer bothers me. Actually I find it rather convenient, as long as the drain remains clogfree. I think of this style bathroom as a quick way to hosed0wn the floor every 24 hours.

Yet again I have landed myself a good roommate. Phew. Grace is another Children's Home Society/Eastern program participant, who is from Oklahoma.
We'll be in touch soon.

And another chapter begins

2008-06-28T14:55:00.000+09:00

As you may have figured out, finals have ended. Most people from my study abroad program and Yonsei classes have moved back to their hometowns or countries. As usual, goodbyes always manage to sneak up on me, but I prefer to think of it as more of a "see you later." My friends from CIEE left with bang (or more so in a last minute down pour of acid rain). We lugged their suitcases to the airport limousine bus stop drenched. If I had any bounce or volume in my hair the rain took the liberty of flattening it and adding a little shine. To be honest, I would have been disappointed if the morning had not turned out the way it did (and of course it stopped raining the minute my friends stepped onto the bus). Our group tended to find themselves in entertaining situations. For example, I still reminisce about the memorable weekend in Jeju Island involving missing our boat by literally 1 minute, our "sunrise" escapade, various taxi rides with 1 chatty passenger and 3 others resting their eyes in the backseat, late-night text messaging/Korean sentence connector practices, and so on...

On the 22nd of June, I moved out of my apartment in 신촌 (Shinchon) and took a short journey to 경주 (Gyeongju) with my friend, Lonny's family. We road-tripped it in a mini-van (다 여자 ^^) with her mom, aunts and cousins. Her family brought an assortment of Korean snacks to munch on at the various rest stops. Upon arrival at our hotel, we strolled in with our baggage and food for the upcoming dinnerhour. Instead of eating out at a restaurant, her aunts brought out freshly purchased meat, vegetables, rice and so on. This was quite a pleasant surprise. Normally when I take a family vacation or tag along with an American friend, we never ever considered preparing a meal in our hotel room. I found this rather refreshing. If I ever intend to polish up my cooking skills, so I can challenge one of the Food Network stars to a cooking battle and not be put to shame.

Then on the 25th I moved into a guesthouse called KoRoot. It's located near the 경복궁 (Kyeongbok Palace) fairly close to Insaedong
Currently the area is surrounded by buses and police force (due to the protests, which I still am trying to understand...for a number of reasons).
I am so glad that my friends recommended this place. It is a house for Korean adoptees from various parts of the world. Actually I wasn't aware of the number of adoptees living in the Scandinavian countries. And surprise surprise, many adoptees from the US are from ...Minnesota (not all). Everyone had such unique upbringings and are coming back to Korea at different points in their lives. I was amazed how quickly I began to feel at home (damn that sounds cheesy). I don't know why, but there is just something comforting about being surrounded by people who have a major thing in common. Although how one identifies or thinks about this greatly differs (no clumping everyone together). I've had some of the most profound, intense and light-hearted conversation in only a matter of days. It's interesting to hear their differing thoughts on various manners (what brought them to Korea, views on adoption, upbringings, Korean culture in general and other topics not related to such matters...). I am learning a great deal from everyone, but this does not surprise me. People fascinate me fr numerous reasons.

I tend to be a reflective person, but lately I find this to be even more so. I believe it has something to do with nearing the end of my years as an undergraduate student, spending a significant amount of time away from home (in MN) and asking questions that are causing my mind to spiral in more directions than I can keep track of. Everytime I think I have found an answer the path crumbles and my once clear vision becomes a blur. Everyone keeps reminding me that this is all normal or I suppose I would be more of stolid, mindless drone. Yeah yeah, I know they're right, but sometimes frustration becomes a little too powerful (don't worry it's not too visible on the surface). But anyways, I'm still thoroughly enjoying my time in Korea. It helps that I have a small break between the my Yonsei semester and Ewha class to "cool down" (as is noted on my YMCA trendmill after a heart-pumping jog). Hope you all are doing well.
잘 보내요!

A brief 안녕!

2008-06-11T11:55:00.000+09:00

I apologize for my lack of postings. A proper posting is on its way in the near future.
Last weekend I travelled to Jeju Island with three friends for the extended weekend. It seemed like we used nearly every mode of transportation during our short stay (train, boat, multiple taxis, foot...). Jeju turned out to be quite the adventure (that is when we made it Jeju), but I believe that unpredicable occurances make life a million times more exciting. Let's just say that we had to make more than a few minor changes to our agenda. ^^ I'll explain soon.

Currently, I am in the middle of finals, so a good chuck of my time has been dedicated to studying. I will be relieved to have them finished.

However, I did post new photos on facebook. Here is a link to my photo album, but it is also linked to my blog. Until I can write again, I hope this will occupy a little time.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2073926&l=14047&id=40103756

By the way, here is a link for the Poongmul group members!

http://hdw1266.cafe24.com/3779781/AddrME.htm

대동제 뭉 아카라카 (Yonsei's Festival!)

2008-05-20T20:55:00.000+09:00

Welcome to the wondrous phenomenon I like to mildly call the... Yonsei's Spring Festival. Are you ready?

I wish I could extend my stay just so I enjoy the fall festival, which I heard is even more elaborate. ㅎㅎㅎ Well this isn't the main reason, but it definitely would be a plus.

Our Poongmul group (데 동아리) performed on Wednesday afternoon. Here is a photo of some 데friends enjoying the night before AKARAKA. Many student clubs/groups sold food, drinks, etc under tents stretching from the center of the campus to nearly the main gate entrance.

AKARAKA concert was on Thursday and lasted from 3:30pm ~ 11:00pm. After the weeks of of drumming practice and the performance, I slightly suspected that my legs would collapse. But as with many unexpected happenings, the eruption of energy from the mass of blue brought me to life. And somehow I became wide awake, alert and ready to do whatever Korean students do (move your body!) An assortment of blue shirts filled the Yonsei stadium as enthusiastic students piled (not filed into nice, neat rows) into the packed area. Amidst the blazing blue, a few blotches of red spread throughout the crowd. Yonsei (in blue) University's rival is none other than Korea University (in red). To quote one of our 떼 friends, "If you see Korea University student [red] kick them." ㅎㅎㅎ

Never before have I seen such a lively batch of students. It is an understatement for me to say that Korea university students have school spirit. After the initial shock of beinyanked forward, backward, left and right (not in the normal sense you may be picturing) I was fully awake. "왼쪽, 오른쪽...!"
When cheering, dancing and singing you were anything but stationary. Even if you wanted to stand quietly in place I doubt your surrounding peers would permit such behavior! There were two Japanese exchange students seated to my right. The guy was quite an interesting fellow (sooo enthusiastic), while the girl was a bit reserved. I suppose the energy rubbed off because after having someone abruptly grab me around the shoulders, I followed suit and pulled this girl right down with me. Not to worry. This helped loosen everyone up! Oh AKARAKA. And this took place without the appearance of popular Korean singers.

In the beginning, a Yonsei dance club/group entered the stage. One of my friends performed on the very stage that 쥬얼리(Jewelry), Big Bang, VOS, 소녀시대 (Girls' Generation), JYP and other Korean artists would soon enter. I was taken aback I am older than a majority of the budding new singers (of course with the exception of JYP). Normally, in the states I wasn't a huge fan of pop music, but Korea seems to do a good job of opening your mind (even when it comes to something simple like Kpop). Who would have guessed that a school festival could bring about such crazy memories?

Prepartion for the upcoming Poongmul Performance-- muscles, bruises and things of that nature

2008-05-08T15:37:00.001+09:00

How I miss blogging. Actually I really do missing writing in general. It's very therapeutic (a good way to relieve stress) and/or relax. Lately, my days have been primarily consumed by poongmul (drumming) practice because we are preparing for a performance. This week is AKARAKA, which is Yonsei's spring festival. I have been told that many famous Korean bands/singers (such as Wonder Girls) come to Yonsei for this special occasion. Being that I have yet to attend a concert in Seoul, I am extremely excited! One of my favorite bands is coming to Incheon for a Rock Festival at the end of July, which I will be missing, so AKARAKA helps make up for this loss (at least acts as a Target-brand bandaid which will at least stick for a good few hours).

Anyways, our performance is quickly approaching. This Wednesday, we will wear our white, yellow and red hats (flowers made out of tissue paper, etc), white clothing and attempt to remember the routine. This has been a tiring but fun experience that I will never forget. My arm and leg muscle mass is quickly growing. However, nothing (including "sexy legs" as my puk leader calls them) comes for free. I have obtained some nice "battle wounds" as I like to call them (aka bruises) on my legs and stomach, but I wouldn't trade them for anything (except perhaps a KTX ticket to the southern coast or Jeju Island and an unlimited supply of pot bingsu--red bean ice cream/ice dessert). Learning how to play the puk from scratch, memorizing an entire routine in 2 weeks and attempting to gracefully spin, walk (don't laugh...it's not ordinary walking!) and sit/crouch down the Korean way has been a challenge, but definitely worth it. There is something to extremely satifying about working towards something that once seemed impossible. I am definitely not even close to being at the same level as my fellow group members, but I know my friends and I have improved in some sense, which is all that really matters right?

As I said before, there is something to be said about struggling through a situation and reaching success in some form. Lia is playing the janggu (장구). Pang is playing the sogo (소고). And I am playing the puk (북). Not to sound cheesy, but I am proud of both of them. Good work girls! I just hope we will be ready by Wednesday (considering that we just learned our instrument solo sections yesterday ha!) and function with the large hats on our heads.

However, I have to admit that there is something extremely satisfying about working towards

Past members of the poongmul group often come to observe our practice and bring snacks. And yesterday they ordered pizza (sweet potato pizza is my favorite). They are rewarding us for our hard work and dedication in preparation for the performance. This is a common practice in Korean. Actually, I often am unsure how to handle a situation in which someone who is older or more experienced (in drumming, etc) offers to treat me to something. However, I have become more accustomed to this cultural gesture.

After each practice the group sits in a circle and reflect on the happenings of practice. During this ordeal, my friend and I attempt to use Korean, which the rest of the group finds endearing (or amusing). We tend to use the same words everyday (with a slight variation), but puttig forth the effort is good. The group listens intently when the three international students speak. Oh my. This is one thing that makes this Yonsei club (데) unique. I have rarely felt such a strong sense of unity and acceptance in groups I have been involved in the states. It is difficult to explain. I wish you could be here to see and experience the group atmosphere.

Well, I shall notify you about how the performance goes. Keep your fingers crossed that we will be able to stay focuses, alert and energetic for the entire 1.5 hour performance! Take care everyone. ^^

Korean Class and Fish Ice cream

2008-04-30T23:57:00.000+09:00

This is my my Korean language class (one of our two teachers (선생님). I'm not going to lie. Our class is a good time. Yes, we celebrate birthdays(생일) with cake (less sweet than what I am used to in the states, but still quite satisfying). And yes we play number games (삼, 육, 구...) for ice cream in the basement of the KLI (Korean Language Institute). Jealous? I know. Besides, how can you pass up such "angelic" faces? haha. I love my class, for the language course material and the people.

As was demonstrated in a previous blog (corn ice cream), Korea holds many wonders and fish ice cream is one of my favorites.

A few updates:
-Survived midterms: I typed up a lengthy vocab, grammar sheet for myself which proved to be quite useful. Apparently, old study habits that developed in the US aren't shed as you fly overseas. This much I am thankful for. Plus, Korean typing is actually quite entertaining (although not as amusing as Korean text messaging--문저).
-Watched 2 independent films at a Women's Film Festival: Hounded (German film), Never Forever (Korean film)
-heu-die-ee-deu chee-kin (fried chicken)
-Started buk(북)/ drumming practice-- every day (and/or night) for 2 weeks! Talk about a mind and body workout

More updates to come... in the near future. So keep your eyes glued to this site (not literally though... or I will feel bad). ;)

4 days in 일본 (Japan)

2008-04-17T23:25:00.000+09:00

Does a brief stopover at the airport in Tokyo count as visiting Japan? Probably not. Well I suppose this means that April 11, 2008 was my first time actually being IN Japan. Can you imagine a better way spend 4 days before mid-terms? As exciting as sitting in a library sounds, jumping on a plane and flying across the sea wins my vote. But don't fret. Studying has resume d after the journey.

With my study abroad program, I visited Kyoto, Nara and Osaka. The first evening, we stayed in a traditional Japanese-style inn. We were served a multiple-course meal sitting on cushions on the floor. I tasted nearly everything that was served to me, which was quite an experience given that I am not accustomed to the world of raw fish, squid and other cuisine from the sea. However, there's a first time for everything right? The food was beautifully presented with the flower shaped radishes and colorful array of sushi. I am impressed by the delicate arrangement, but Korean food is more so meets the needs of my taste buds.
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Apparently, climbing through this hole, which is the size of the nostril of the giant Buddha will bring you good luck. This hole is meant to show you the immense size of the Buddha.

My favorite place to visit in Kyoto was the Silver Pavilion (or rather the gardens and sights surrounding the actual building). The Silver Pavilion was under construction, but I still found the place to be fascinating. When leaving most of the attractions, shops offered samples of various Japanese snacks, which I happily accepted. I couldn't resist plopping cherry blossom candy after candy or sweet bean paste rice cake after rice cake into my mouth. Perhaps it has to be with my turtle or tres leche cake withdrawal (at Cafe Latte) or maybe it has nothing to do with that and I was simply giving into my sweet tooth.

As you most likely know, Korea and Japan have a complex relationship. I asked a speaker for the Japanese word for a Korean person and he said this seemingly simple questions cannot be summed into one word. It requires some explanation. In Osaka, we walked through the city's Koreatown. These alleyways and streets we explored did not really resemble the other sections of Osaka we had explored. However, this phenomenon reminded me of the Chinatown I had visited in Chicago, which like Koreatown, seemed to present an entirely different world in itself. It was interesting to see how Korea was "represented" in this small area of Osaka. We passed a K-6 Chongryon school for North Koreans, which apparently used to not be recognized as a significant source of education because it did not teach a sufficient amount of Japanese history and culture (rather it focused on Korean history and culture). Students must pass an additional exam to be eligible to take the actual placement exam into a normal school in Japan. Although things have changed over time, people I encountered still discuss past events which have created tension between nations. Although on an individual basis, I was told (and have noticed) that the two countries get along.

On a different note, our hotel was in the heart of Namba, which is a hot spot for shopping (although extremely expensive with the exception of my belt^^), eating (okonomiyaki and sweet potato ice cream...) and activities. My eyes were fixed on the stylish/fashionable young people passing by gravitating up to the intense hairdos and down to the various pairs of high heels that would have caused me to fall face forward into a the crowd. This is why I enjoy the sneakers in Korea, which allow me to remain close to the ground (being a bit of a clumsy person myself). Another thing that definitely caught my attention was the female employees. My friend retreated into a clothing shop to purchase a spring jacket. So I resorted to leaning against a wall adjacent to the shop. And I certainly was amused by one the workers, who was circling the shop beckoning customers to enter the store (in a very high-pitched voice). My friend told me this is not her actual voice because she has heard the girl speak inside the shop. I had never encountered this before in Seoul. (Anime... gotta love it).

I noticed many small cultural differences during my time in Seoul and Japan (although I have not visited Tokyo). In Japan, I was permitted to shop without having several employees surround me. People duck out of your way if you are taking a photo, rather than walking through it. Secondly, cars seemed to be passive-aggressive by softly honking there horns, while in Seoul a driver would nearly run me, as a pedestrian over unless I quickly moved out of the way. Thirdly, it was easy to catch a taxi (doors automatically opened), while in Seoul we frantically attempted to flag down a taxi driver. Overall, initially people seem more polite, but I think it has something to do with how the two cultures define "personal space." And when eating, it was accustomed to lift the bowl to your mouth rather than keep it on the table. Japanese cuisine was usually not spicy, which was a switch from the red pepper sauce that was present in most Korean dishes. I am trying to acquire a taste for seafood, so I sampled everything that was served to me including eel, baby squid and raw fish. I will continue to work on acquiring a taste for some of the dishes... but remember, I tried! We were served a dainty dessert at most of the meals, which was a pleasant surprise because in Korea this usually does not happen (usually fruit or tomatoes with sugar<--yum! is considered a dessert). We took a photo with some of students taking a field trip to one of the various cultural attractions in Japan.

"V" for victory still applies in Japan... This photo reminds me of the Korean boys high school I visited in 2006. Those who were on the tour with me, remember this experience?

Too bad you weren't here to experience the leadership dynamic on our Japan excursion. Oh very memorable indeed. ...Sue, Gucci Sann!!!! *^^*

I do miss the clean air from those 4 days! But here is a video to remember the fabulous Japanese technological hospitality. I have decided to post the video horizontally for your viewing please... Tilt your head ever so slightly. I suppose it allows for you lay down while viewing my blog... Careful not to get splashed.

Do you have what it takes to join the Drumming Club?

2008-03-30T23:33:00.000+09:00

Imagine a small room lined with mats, traditional Korean drums (such as 장구 janggu-->hourglass drum and 북 buk-->barrel drum), shoes smashed into a corner and the smell of ja jang myun 짜장면 (Korean-style Chinese noodle dish). This is the "hang out" room for one of Yonsei's drumming clubs.

--Side note: I have never seen so many umbrellas. To simplify the situation, attempting to work your way through a crowd is a challenge. People use umbrellas when it's raining (even drizzling), snowing and to protect from the sun, but sunglasses are not popular even on the sunniest days.--

On a rainy day this was the perfect place to escape the dreary day and this group definitely puts everyone in a good mood. Saturday was initiation day in which the club welcomed new members and invited former members to a watch a performance and participate in various activities. Being the only "foreigners" in the group, my friends and I had no idea what the day entailed, but this adds to the element of surprise and excitement right...?

First, the new members gathered together to plan some form of entertainment for the rest of the club. Bouncing back ideas was quite amusing because it was difficult to translate "creative" ideas. Let's just say that my cell phone dictionary and I became quite close. After formulating a plan we were escorted to a more spacious room in a neighboring building. After our performances, the group formed a large circle. All of a sudden select members entered the center of the circle with to introduce themselves, recite some kind of chant, drink a "special" mixed drink and sing a short solo. My shoulder muscles tightened when I realized each new member (including the foreigners) were expected to partake in this as well.

One by one, we entered the center of the circle to bring an empty 괭괴리 gwengwari to a sunbae (mentor or someone with more experience) of our choice, who was someone we wished to become closer to. Following the group's tradition, we had to choose carefully because some sunbae would be kinder than others in what they chose to add to the gwengwari (besides alcohol). Each member from a particular group (newbies, seniors, etc) was responsible for finishing the contents of the gwengwari . Bottoms up... We cringed as additional ingredients were being mixed into the gwengwari including morsels of food and coffee. It was a special treat to watch the chosen members wash their hands (or feet) and swirl the liquid in their mouth and graciously return it to its rightful place in the gwengwari . I have never endured anything that remotely resembled this experience, but what a rush. All I can say is "Well-done group!"

Just survive serenading the group with your "wonderful" vocals and you are home free. What an adrenaline rush but once its over "phew." Oh man. Only in Korea... or more so only in this group. I absolutely love everyone in this club. This experience definitely skyrockets to the top.

Mission accomplished. Now off to watch the group perform!
(and join the festivities!)

...followed by (you guessed it) 삼겹설 sam gip sal

Randoms Thoughts

2008-03-23T20:50:00.000+09:00

I apologize for my delay in creating a proper post. Updates are on their way!

Random Thoughts:
*Commercialized Holiday: March 14: White Day- guys buy flowers, candy, etc for their girlfriends (Valentine's Day there is a reverse of roles)
*Entertaining Konglish(콩글리시): topless car= convertible
eye shopping= window shopping
secret number= password
*Why is notebook paper longer than the folders?

*Food/snack/drink highlights: -Tuna Gimbap (잠지 김밥)
-Kimchi Chigae (김치찌개)
-Bibimbop (비빔밥)
-Samgyupsal(삼겹살)
-Ddeokbokki (떡볶이)
-Green tea latte (녹차)
-Milk (유우) is much better in Korea--- including the flavored milk (banana, soy... yeah...)

-I'm also a fan of ice cream even when it's chilly outside: melon bars, walnut, etc (corn ice cream is tasty) ------------->

**Cell phones have the best pre-made "expressions" for text messaging. Much better than the typical :)
(even though you all know that I am a big fan of this classic smiley)

*My Shopping Recommendations: Myeongdong, Dongdaemun Market, near Ewha University,

Insadong-->

-making 떡

*Constant playing of music while roaming the Yonsei campus, Shinchon streets

Yonsei University--------------------------->

*Note to self: -keep my hands firmly by my side when someone aggressively shoves a piece of paper or some other tangible item at me...
-pushing in a subway or adamantly claiming your place in line at Grand Mart is NOT rude (아주머 do not feel bad about pushing you aside haha)

*Fun activities: -Jump performance (Comedy Martial Arts)

<--- hilarious show!

-Mountain Climbing (Do Bong Mt.) ------------->

Happy Easter everyone!

Good Morning Korea

2008-03-10T20:47:00.000+09:00

Stumbling off my bed onto the heated wooden floorboards. My vision is blurred without the help of my contact lenses or plastic frame glasses. Waking up in Seoul, I feel a similar sensation as my predictable daily Minnesota world is thousands of kilometers away. I close my eyes only to discover that a scooter or car has decided to take a spin on the sidewalk past a group of stylish girls strolling through the streets in their high heels, leggings and colorful sweaters. Food venders fill every street corner with rice cakes, kimbop, fruit and various items covered in chili paste. I keep my hands by the side as I decline to take advertisements from individuals practically shoving pieces of paper into my face and turn my head to one of the food venders.

I can feel my leg muscles tighten as I learn to speed walk through the crowded streets, my stomach beg to enter Red Mango and the various restaurants and my ears strain to understand the KPop music playing from cell phone and clothing stores. My definition of personal space has transformed or rather become nonexistent, as it is rare to have more than a few inches of breathing space between myself and the person in front of me. But despite all the people, I feel extremely safe among the crowds as long as I watch my step as my foot enters the pavement. Crosswalks do not guarantee your safety. I confidently stick my sneakers into the road and move with the mass of people.

Girls and guys alike are definitely up on the latest fashion. My clothing and lack of makeup most likely marks me as someone who has not lived in Seoul for an extended period of time, but my face permits me to blend in to an extent. Being a Korean-American (Kyopo), people will often speak to me in Korean, but the minute I open my mouth my nationality becomes apparent. Even when I use my short phrases and small vocabulary I am sure that my pronunciation could use a great deal of improvement. The need to study hard in my language class has increased (at least in my eyes). Luckily I am learning to navigate my way around the Yonsei campus in a speedy fashion, so library here I come! Or at least that's where I intend to go until I am distracted a number of other attractions. And I keep telling myself this is only the beginning, but time is escaping me.

Am I really in Korea?

2008-03-04T00:11:00.000+09:00

I am in Korea. No really. I am LIVING in Korea for a semester. This minor detail did not really start to register in my brain until… today. People who have studied abroad in the past have told me that this realization process slowly sinks in as time elapses. So according to this theory, I am right on track. Some friends from my program and I were skirting through the streets of Sinchon bouncing-off-the-wall-and-heated-floors thrilled (somehow excited does not quite cut it) to take in the bittersweet smell, taste, unraveling hints of freedom. Apparently this is what a weeklong orientation session does to a college student (or maybe it’s just me). Although I was a completely captivated as the “master” of ceramics created pot, bowl, pitcher… (you name it) at one of three folk villages we visited. We attempted to follow his skillful example as we sculpted our own piece of pottery. And we were able to take advantage of the heated floors as we ate dinner on a low table with seat cushions. Being the Korean-food-loving nut that I am, I have no complaints about the food. J During the weekend in Kyeong Joo, we also watched a traditional mask dance, Korean seesaw and drum performances.

When I was growing up, my family and I made our own Korean seesaw with wooden boards from Menards and by “borrowing” sandbags from the street corners. I am assuming that the construction workers didn’t lose too much sleep over the mysterious disappearance of their sacks of sand. I wish I could concoct a more high-tech version of the seesaw, similar to the one at the folk village, so when I return to the states… here is yet another thing to add to my to-do list.

The most interesting place we visited was the DMZ (demilitarized zone between North and South Korea). With our hardhats and leg muscles, our group walked through one of the four tunnels that was discovered between the seventies and nineties by South Korea, which offered proof that North Korea may have been planning an attack on the south yet again.

By last night I was exhausted and eager to be released from released from orientation. Jumping into my bed in Casa Ville (hotel/apartment) never sounded more appealing. My roommate, Kelly and I crashed hard into the beds, which are literally an inch away from one another.

Today was my first day of classes, but before walking to the Yonsei campus, I went to Eastern Social Welfare Society (ESWS) to find an open volunteer time at the adoption agency. I had visited the agency on my previous trip to Seoul, so once I located the building the interior looked familiar. I was given a blood test (I am determined to “overcome” almost every fear I have while in Korea… that includes needles…) and selected a time on the weekend to volunteer. I will be helping take care of infants and toddlers, which I am excited about this opportunity.

After leaving ESWS, I wandered back to Yonsei. The campus is quite a bit larger than St. Thomas or at least it seems this way since I am not familiar with the university yet. I can’t wait to explore of the campus (and Seoul… and Korea in general) these next coming months. My language class will begin tomorrow. Well, I shall leave you with a swift goodbye since I should probably attempt to get some rest since I have find my class tomorrow morning. Goodbye for now!

Arrival in Seoul!

2008-02-24T11:57:00.000+09:00

My flight arrived at the Incheon Airport on Thursday evening. I have been staying with the host family from my previous trip and trying to adjust to the various everyday differences from my life back in the states. The wife does not speak much English, so we have been attempting to make use of broken Korean and English words and phrases to communicate, which is probably good for the both of us. We both need practice. At the Co-Ex mall, we were writing words on a napkin in an attempt to make sense of the day's plans and learn a little more about one another. It's definitely a switch to go from primarily hearing English (or other various langauges while traveling) to mostly Korean. Korean dramas. Korean radio stations. Korean food. Korean conversation. 한국어, 한국어, 한국어 (Korean, Korean, Korean)... And attempting to converse with the sales clerk about a purchasing a cell phone is... difficult (even with someone to help translate).

Oh, and I'm trying to get used to announcing that I am 23 years old (Korean age) instead of 21 (in the states).

Last night we went over to a relative's (brother's) home to watch a professional soccer game (Korea vs. Japan). My eyes were glued to the screen and I'm usually not a huge sports fan. Soccer is very popular in Korea. I would love to watch a live game while I am here. The World Cup takes place in 2008, but tickets are VERY hard to come by.

Tomorrow I will move to my dormitory or apartment. Orientation begins on Tuesday! Until then, take care!

My CIEE group!

Taipei

2008-02-22T13:38:00.000+09:00

Let me start off by saying that my chosen route of travel has been all across the board. Each country I have visited definitely has its own feel (generically speaking). Transportation has gone from double-decker buses to pink taxi meters to tuk tuks to MRT. Everything is very colorful in Taipei including clothing, commercials and signs. This seems to be a similar trend in some Asian cultures (remember this from last time I visited Korea). I stayed with my friend, Grant in his apartment located near his university and Tamkang (Tamsui) University is flooded with students! Classes began on the 20th (day before I left), so the fairly quiet campus resumed its active, lively feel as students began to reemerge from their one-month break.

I sat in for a couple of Grant's classes, which was quite the experience. Actually the first course sylabi was similar to one of journalism courses at St. Thomas, except the the class size was doubled or tripled with a different classroom environment. The professor had car trouble so he made his appearance late to Grant's second class. So, the students made use of the time by either mingling with one another or attempting to make a joint decision concerning a party held for "the chosen" professors. Although I did not completely understand the discussion (given that I am not too familiar with Mandarian), this is what I could comprehend with the help of Grant's roommate, Scott. There was not order to this "voting"/decision-making process, but that's what held my attention I suppose. Oh chaos can be good sometimes. :) But we ducked out early so I could explore the campus. He accomplished his task (designated by Grant) to show me the university, although I was not allowed to enter the 5-star library haha.

Following suit with the large class sizes, in general Taipei is quite a crowded city, especially compared to St. Paul, MN where everything is spread out and the population density is nothing compared to this. I suppose this is preparing me for Seoul, Korea, which will be my next and final destination. There were some Korean tourists in Taipei, but a majority were from Japan. It has been interesting to see who are the main visitors in each country. For instance, my motorbike drivers told me that Cambodia is a popular vacation spot for Koreans.

While the Cambodian "pancake" and amok were among my favorite dishes in Siem Reap and Phnom Penh, it is difficult to choose just a few favorite items in Taipei. I cannot even count how many things I tried in my 4 day visit. However, the pearl milk tea (bubble tea) definitely beat Tea Garden back in Minnesota. Grant and his friends told me that bubble tea was invented in Taiwan, so I guess it seems logical that the taste exceeds anywhere else. Burgers (not typical ones you find in the US) and milk tea became part of our morning ritual (not complaints here). Basically, I never went hungry in Taipei. I don't think this was allowed. :) The only things that weren't on my top list were... shark, squid and pig stomach (in the soup)... But the other choices were plentiful so no worries. Walk through a night market and you'll be surrounded by smells (food) and venders selling an array of random items.

Some highlights:
Grant introduced me to numerous parts of Taipei life, filling each day with many sights and activities. Let's just say that I was never bored. The first day, we explored Taipei City Hall with his friend Alan, which allowed me to catch a glimpse of the modern, trendy lifestyle. And what lies in Taipei City Hall you may ask? Taipei 101, which is the tallest building in the world. We took the elevator, which holds another record (fastest elevator), reaching the 89th floor in 27 seconds. (Hong Kong is home to the longest escalator in Soho). Madde, Megan, Al and Joan, I thought of you as I gazed out from the top. ;)

Jioufen was a quite different experience, a more traditional look at Taiwan. Grant, Marcus (his friend) and I took the train (TRA) and then a bus attempting keep our step as the bus tossed its passengers back and forth. It rained the entire time we were in Jiofen, but rain does not bother me. My "fabulous" shoes (aka my falling apart gray Vans) were put to the test and passed! A warm bowl of green bean soup cures anything. :)

Somehow we even managed to visit the National Palace Museum and Longshan Temple, which received high recommendations in my Taipei books (and I understand why).

Well, now I am in Seoul, which is another story in itself, but you shall hear about this in the mere future!

Farewell Cambodia

2008-02-17T00:18:00.000+09:00

Hammocks in a restaurant outside of the city->
It has just hit me that my time in Cambodia has come to an end. I am off to Taipei tomorrow (mid-afternoon). I feel as if I am being tossed back and forth between entirely different cultures, underdeveloped versus consumer-driven, and yes... weather conditions (but no complaints considering the weather I left behind in Minnesota). I spend a couple days visiting the typical tourist attractions, which are worth seeing, but it has been nice to also just see Phnom Penh by various modes of transportation including motorbike (most "freeing" ride ever), tuk tuk and yes on foot. I won't bore you with all the details about each place I ventured into, because yes I understand that firsthand accounts and photographs are more visually pleasing and attention-grabbing. Wat Phnom (place from which Phnom Penh derives its name) and the Royal Palace are two places one should visit while in the city.

Tho, my tuk tuk driver also drove me to Tuol Sleng and Choeung Ek Genocide Museums. Tuol Sleng once was a high school, but under the Khmer regime was turned into Security Prison 21 (S-21). Choeung Ek is one of the killing fields, in which mass graves were discovered. I did not really take photos while visiting these places because doing so just didn't seem right. They are places one should visit, but in my opinion, not record on film. If you do not know about what took place in 1975-1979 under the Khmer Rouge, please do a little research, because this is something that I did not have much prior knowledge about before reading up on Cambodia.

I spent a good amount of time staring at the modes of decor in and surrounding the structures of the palace. Oh yes, and I was chased by a guard for wandering a little outside of the restricted parameters... If you need to know more, find the Australian guy I met on the stairs. While in Wat Phnom, I snapped a photo of the last elephant to survive the rule of Khmer Rouge (not the last elephant in Cambodia though).

By the time I visited the National Museum, I was rather "museum-ed out" (if this makes any sense), so I don't know if my attention span allowed me to give the museum a proper amount of mindful though. I did my best though.

Actually, my favorite part about Cambodia has been visiting with the various people (being overseas travelers and locals). Actually, on Valentine's Day (was reminded by the numerous couples riding around on motorbikes carrying flowers-- it's celebrated in Phnom Penh... western influence perhaps?), I had a long conversation with the lady taking admission tickets for Wat Phnom. She spoke with me about relationships, in particle relationships between Cambodian women and Caucasian men. It was interesting to hear her thoughts about this phenomenon. She herself had been proposed to twice; one time being only 2 weeks after they had met. The man had promised her a nice home and wealth, but being a strong women, she only wished to marry for love and had not known this fellow for a long enough period of time. This being said, she said that many women here do accept such proposals. And today, I spent time with a boy from Phnom Penh who provided me with another insight. He told me how he has not had many girlfriends because Cambodian (and other women) are not attracted to guys of his dark skin color and money situation. It appears that women have an easier time than me at breaking away from a certain lifestyle, but the details I do not know. Some people are just attracted to a certain look (race, eye color, etc), while others may be attracted to the stereotypical connotations that go along with a certain group of people. It was interesting to hear the various opinions of people I met along my way. I have been contemplating the whole notion of what men and women are truly looking for in a partner and what conditions affect their decisions.

I cannot tell you how many people asked me if I am married (not whether I have a boyfriend, but whether I am married). Another popular game has been guessing where I am from. It seems that everyday my country of origin changes. One day, people were speaking random Korean phrases to me (assuming I am Korean) and the next asking whereabouts in Japan I live. And the woman and housekeeper of the family I am currently staying with said believe I look Chinese. All this guessing makes me chuckle, but at the same time question my paperwork. Am I really a full-blood Korean? Personal identity. Maybe this is something best left to explore along the way tweaking the information here and there (no set in stone information/descriptions). But one thing is for certain, I am westernized whether I like it or not. The minute I open my mouth it is obvious that I am from the US. I did try pulling off as being from Canada once, but the person I was trying to fool turned out to be from Canada herself. So she obviously didn't buy into my act, but we did discuss Thunder Bay for a while...

People seem to enjoy practicing English. I walked with three young Buddhist monks today, who were eager to take a photo with me and attempt to use their English. I have been trying to pick up some Cambodian language (Khmer) as well, but I'm just hoping I'll be able to retain it once I start learning more Korean. Languages are fascinating. It truly is crucial to become proficient in as many as possible in order to hear people's stories and to show sincere interest in someone's culture in general. Goodness. I better get started! (but perhaps focus on Korean first...) Next stop Taipei, Taiwan! Pretty sure, I will never forget the busy streets full of motorbikes, tuk tuks and other vehicles which disregarded the street lines (driving into traffic---literally) and the stopsigns (which I did not see in Siem Reap) in which people did not always interpret as "stop"signs. Like I said, the adrenaline rush is exhilarating. And the family I stayed with will definitely be missed. I feel lucky to have gotten to know such amazing people.

to the right--> Cambodian "pancake"

Phnom Penh

2008-02-14T00:21:00.000+09:00

This afternoon I arrived by bus to Phnom Penh, a much busier city with paved roads and more drivers. Along the way, we made a short rest stop. I stepped off for a bit of fresh air and was surrounded by young girls calling out"sister sister buy by pineapple. Buy my mango." The naming of "sister" reminded me of the children at the immersion school in Kauai, who called us "auntie." It was difficult to only make one purchase, so when I left the bus for a second time I tried a new tactic. A young girl approached me holding out sticky rice wrapped in pineapple leaves. I bent down and started asking her about her hometown and family. She seemed stunned that I was trying to conduct a conversation because she stepped back and paused before proceeding to answer my questions (spoke English). I want to get to know these children, because after all they are humans with stories just like the rest of us. She asked me to snap a picture of he as well (children by Angkor Wat requested the same as well as a showing of the photo).

I rode a tuk tuk to the extraordinary home of a friend of a friend (oh connections). The interior was unbelievable. I... I... I am trying to make sense of how much a beautiful home can exist in such close proximity to the poverty I witnessed along the road to Phnom Penh. Although I was thrilled to take an actual hot shower and sleep in a my own room, I felt strange. I simply cannot comprehend how I could be surrounded by an impoverished village one moment and a fee short hours later be welcomed into (in my opinion) paradise. I began to reflect on my lifestyle in the Twin Cities. Whether I'd like to admit it or not, I do desire a certain living standard (hot water, clean bed, accessible transportation, etc), which I am ashamed to say I do not know if I wouldn't completely be willing to give up. But my conscience was eating away at my sense of everyday expectations. My mind is at war with itself. I was torn between whether to stay in the comforts of a beautiful home or flee for a hostel on the river. I did not feel worthy to stay reside in such living accommodations. However, everyone has a story and theirs too was quite extraordinary. Never make assumptions or entirely permit your self-righteous side to entirely take over.

Bangkok to Siem Reap

2008-02-12T19:08:00.000+09:00

BANGKOK, Thailand:
My flight landed in Bangkok around 10:45 at night. After finding my purple duffle bag I waited for a taxi meter. I was picked up in a bright pink taxi, which I would later see hundreds of them identical to this one throughout the city. When I first entered my hostel on Sukhumvit, I was a little shocked by the bathroom situation, because the shower and toilet were in the same stall (I heard this is common); but this may have been because it was after midnight and I was ready to crash on any bed, mat, floor, whatever was clean. But I warmed up the hostel, which was actually quite clean (compared to the parts of the city that I saw), the employees were helpful and I had some nice people from the UK and Malaysia in my room.

The Chatuchak Weekend Market, JJ Mall (ducked inside the airconditioned indoor market), and streets of venders was quite an experience. I walked through the Chatuchak Park (dodging sprinkles) and weaved my way around these areas for the day. All of the shops looked the same, so it was difficult to know which opening I was entering and departing. I walked through a street full of fish (for pets or eating... I have no idea), bought a gotu kola drink (the herb had an interesting taste...in liquid form), and bargained with the venders (who tried to rip me off since they knew I was a "tourist." They'd look me up and down and say, "350 baht" when I heard them offer someone else less). Throughout Bangkok, it was also interesting to see all the Caucasian men with Thai women roaming the markets, but no Thai men with American, etc women. Traffic in Bangkok is quite hectic in comparison to Hong Kong. There is not order to the chaos, but it worked so no matter. I had an interesting time finding the correct bus to the airport, dashing over the bridge to cross the street. People kept giving me conflicting information, but fortunately I chased after a white bus that said "airport" and the driver actually pulled over. Usually, drivers give passengers literally a couple seconds to leap onto the bus and drive off.

I arrived at the airport on quite early so I wouldn't have to lug my bags around the city. When I was checking my bags the Bangkok Airlines lady asked me if I wished to catch an earlier flight. Well, I gladly agreed and frantically tried to rearrange out my tuk tuk pick up time in Siem Reap. I made the call twice because I kept running out of bahts (Thai currency) in coin form, but I made it to my plane with 3 minutes to spare! If you travel to Bangkok, remember to provide yourself with enough time to get through customs.

SIEM REAP, Cambodia:
The Siem Reap airport's exterior had quite a different look because the roofing resembled a temple. Upon entering the airport, I joined the mob of people applying for a Cambodian visa. Listening to them call out our names was quite entertaining because they would pause in the middle of reciting each name. You might not find this as amusing as I did, but if you visit Cambodia you'll know what I mean. I scanned the crowd of drivers holding up piece of paper with the name(s) of their passenger(s). When I found my tuk tuk driver (kind of a open-aired "taxi" given its name from the sound of its engine), the other drivers began repeating my name over and over again. I found this comical.

Friends from Siem Reap Hostel--->
I basically fell in love with Siem Reap upon climbing onto my first tuk tuk and viewing the unique place. Driving is crazy here as well, but I wouldn't say "hectic" like Bangkok. I rather enjoy weaving around the tuk tuks and motorbikes (which are everywhere...so if you need a mode of transportation there will be several eager drivers). There doesn't appear to be any age or license requirement (or at least not one that is inforced) because I saw young boys and girls zooming down the streets. I caught a motobike ride from a guy who was definitely younger than me. Oh, and pretty sure I am spoiled by my great hostel find (especially given the cheap amount I have to pay). Thank you hostelworld.com! It's located right by the Old Market and other locations are easily accessible. If (or rather "when") I return to Cambodia I wouldn't mind staying here again. The employees and other overseas people have been great. I came across my first person from the states (haven't met anyone from there until now).

The first night I met up with a guy from Japan (Taka) who I had sat next to on the flight from Bangkok. Khumer food is pretty tasty. He asked if I wanted to explore Angkor the next day (had already found a driver) so I agreed. I have been dying to see Angkor Wat and still trying to discern whether I truly did see the magnificent world destination. The architecture, wall carvings, tree growth and so on were quite unique to each temple. Beginning in the morning, Taka and I visited Angkor Wat, Angkor Thom, Ta Phrom and Phrom Bakheng for sunset. Although all the structures were fascinating, my favorite was Angkor Phrom (had 5 gates) including the victory gate which leads to the Royal Palace and the Banyon. Nonetheless, I will not bore you with endless descriptions, because I was truly mesmerized by the wondrous destination. Not even my pictures will do this world wonder justice.

Early the next morning I caught a boat to see Chong Kneas, which is one of the famous floating villages. The building were constructed on stilts, literally floating above the water (even with the low water level). What a way of life. A couple from Oregon (one of the few people I met from the US) and a guy from France (who is working in China) were also blown away by this world that is so foreign to the states and Europe. People conduct their everyday life on these floating structures. We saw children in their school uniforms and paddling to our boats in buckets. They too were asking visitors to purchase various items including fruit and bracelets. After docking on shore, we asked a driver to stop at a place called the Angkor Artisans. This is an excellent organization that helps train and build to the skill sets of individuals, enabling them to have a more promising future. We watched many of the men and women paint and carve the various Buddha and ganesh. Their work and talent was captivating.

Departing Hong Kong

2008-02-08T14:39:00.001+09:00

Today is the second day of the Chinese New Year. 2008 is the year of the rat. My week in Hong Kong certainly has sped by. In all retrospect, I have only seen a tiny fraction of the exciting city (even though I feel I have covered the whole city by foot haha) and started to develop a dily routine such as having the windows wiped due to the smog and turning on the switches for warm water and lighting, which are located outside of the bathroom and kitchen (avoid electrical accidents due to the moistness in air).

The days have been full of random happenings and exploration since my last blog entry. I'll try my best to sum up the week in a few highlights. First, Chinese New Year is a public holiday and huge celebration starting on February 7th. On New Years Eve I joined my friend Joan for a family dinner at her brother's apartment. It was her brother's family and her parents. Although all the food was delicious, I am a fan of the sticky rice dumplings in any form. My most recent favorite food items are dim sum (dumplings), dragon fruit, Thai pomalo, Chinese pears, black egg (from duck) congee, and any kind of dessert such as black glutous rice in coconut juice with mango (my sweet tooth remains with me during my travels...although desserts aren't as rich here). After dinner (which is usually served around 7:30 or 8), I met up with Eric (a friend of one of my buds in the states) at the MTR station in Causeway Bay. Anywhere near Victoria Park was full of anxious people meeting up with friends, shopping or heading toward the Flower Market, which was out destination. I felt closer to the Hong Kong peple than I have to anyone in the states, but this may have to do with the mass amount of people... Basically, I could stop walking and continue to move with the crowd. We were a part of one giant cluster of people; and we were attempting to stay together with his group of 15 or so friends (from Hong Kong, Canada, UK, Europe, and me...). To any of you Fair-goers, the Minnesota State Fair crowds on Labor Day weekend are nothing compared to this. We would pause only if we were pushed toward a stand (random items sold... for example an exacto knife shaped balloon). Eric's friends insisted that I try the warm soy milk in a bottle, which was much different from the states. It took a couple hours to evacuate the congested area, but I do admit that I rather enjoyed being in the center (literally) of the excitement. Good times all the way until early in the morning. Noodles and spicy spinach at 3 in the morning? Gotta love it.

<----The light show in Victoria Park is (TST) is recommended for tourists, but as a warning... it consists of a corny song and buildings flashing lights across the harbour. Personally I am a bigger fan of fireworks, but no matter. It's something to see and I had a conversation with a girl from Korea, who had me guess her age (26, but I guess 22...always guess younger it's safer). Stanley Market is in the southern part of HK island, which is full of cheap shops and boats by the harbour. A much different feel than the northern part of Hong Kong Island.

On Sunday, I climbed the Peak. On the way up, I set eyes on my first residential area (that wasn't 10+ stories high) , which the government is trying to knock down and replace with taller structures. Luckily the people continue to fight to maintain their homes. I believe that these type of neighborhoods are important, but... It took a little less than an hour to reach the top of the Peak, where a great view of the city awaited me. Of course, this being Hong Kong my sightseeing was done near yet another shopping mall. However, from the top, there are many paths to follow. Joan and I hiked around the Peak for over 6 hours, picking up green tea flavored Melty chocolates (Japanese brand) and Chinese cookies on the way. I saw many different perspectives of the city as we roamed around on foot. It surprised me how we could be standing next to a mall and an hour hike later be surrounded by vegetation and clean air. My quads have definitely experienced a good workout. I guess I don't even need to visit the YMCA (it has a hotel and restaruant inside...a little larger than the one on Robert Street haha). I spent the next day walking around Hong Kong Island starting near Sheung Wan/Mid-levels area (Soho) and ending in Causeway Bay. Weaving my way between random side-streets, business buildings, Hong Kong Park, markets and other various areas was amusing. Every district (actual every street) had a different feeling. I enjoyed seeing the businessmen/women riding the escalators to work, local people eating lunch at small local restaurants, well-to-do people at the Pacific Place (stylish, expensive shopping area), travelers shopping in Soho (basically a hang out place for overseas people) and so on. I wanted to see a little bit of daily life for all kinds of people living in Hong Kong, not only the touristy areas. I did have a handy map with me, which made it quite easy to navigate to the east. The Hong Kong mindset is interesting concerning meeting environmental needs. For instance, there are escalators EvErYwHeRe, but people are very concerning with preserving energy... Cheung Kong Park kind of sums up this philosophy (as best as possible) for me. It is a park full of plants/vegetation smack in the middle of a series of business buildings and skyscrapers. Its purpose is to remind people how important the environment is in their daily lives. It seems to be a tricky task to find a "balance" between helping the environment and pleasing the people (both who live in HK and are merely visiting).

For you technologically savy people, you should come to Hong Kong (Korea or Japan) solely for the enormous selection of computer software, software, video cameras, mp3 players and so on. I purchased an external harddrive in a 3-story computer mall building, which is actually relatively small compared to other districts. Who would have known that shopping for cameras, laptops, external harddrives and other such items could be so entertaining? We were in there for a good 3 hours (at least). I liked listening to the sales people integrating Chinese with English technical terms (related to computers, etc). There was a much wider selection of brand names and models. Most laptops had a built-in camera ("clear eye") and a model from a few weeks ago was considered "old." Joan bought a Fujistu laptop (Japanese brand). GB, ram, GHz, battery life, SATA, what? And I consider myself to be pretty competent when it comes to computers...

Well, I am standing at a complimentary internet access stand in the Hong Kong airport. You'll hear from me again only from Southeast Asia. Bangkok here I come!

Hong Kong

2008-02-02T15:45:00.000+09:00

My first post!

I awoke this morning to the sound of my friend's mother speaking Chinese and a fogged window (the air is very moist). My friend's parents live on the 45th floor of an apartment building in west part of Hong Kong. Actually, I'm not exactly staying on the 45th floor because the building omits the 13th and any floors with the number 4 (means "death") such as 14 and 34. Today it's 11 degrees C which is about 52 degrees F).

Having survived multiple airplane flights from Minneapolis to Chicago to Tokyo to Incheon and to Hong Kong, I am finally able to settle down in one place a week. Although my plane flights actually went quite smoothly. It helped that the plane offered a variety of films, music (got a little taste of K Pop, J Pop, and Chinese Pop) and the fact that I sat by passengers who were willing to put up with my chattiness. Of course, this changed when I entered inter-Asia flights and the number of individuals who spoke English began to diminish. I attempted to converse in broken Korean (all present tense) with a few people on the planes and at the airports, but for the most part signs were also written in English. I find it amusing because the Minneapolis airport claims to be an international airport, but most of the signs, etc are written in English with a few Japanese or Chinese words here and there.
When I first arrived in Incheon, my host family friend commented on how chilly it was outside, but I just laughed because the weather was nothing compared to the below zero F weather I left behind in Minneapolis.

Now in Hong Kong, I am determined to shrug off this jetlag and was in complete denial all the way until last night when I had to admit that my eyelids were shutting against my will. However, today is much better.
Hong Kong is quite a change of pace. My friend and I have been riding multiple city buses and the MTR, which is the subway system. Basically, you have to think quick and be aggressive or you will never make your way onto any means of public transportation. And the drivers are insane! When sitting in the back of a double-decker bus, I could practically touch the bus in front of me! Actually, one bus bumped another when pulling up to the stop.

However, I think he must have known the driver because it didn't stop and complain. Just kept going going going! I think I would be a hazzard on the road because I have the Minnesota driving mentality, which would land me with hundreds of hooking horns telling me to get out of the way and well...the sharp turns are awesome to experience as a passenger (better than a rollercoaster almost!) but not as a driver.

I'm still trying to find the right words to sum up Hong Kong, but this is difficult because every corner holds something different. Walking down the street I'll be surrounded by stalls in a wet market, turn the corner and find higher class department stores, cross the street to find restaurants of nearly any cuisine, and end up on an escalator that seems to stretch on forever. Essentially for me Hong Kong appears to be a shoppers dream (consumerism!), endless food options, skycraper galore, and a multitude of cultures collected in one area. For lunch I ate at a small local restaurant and ate some kind of chicken dish, soup and a mixture of 5 different teas.
I bypassed the chicken feet found in my soup and bones in the rice dish. In America I am use to boneless meat, but at this place the bones are left on each piece of chicken. I saw very fresh produce and meat. When I say fresh, I mean FRESH. There were people slicing raw meat and live fish flopping around on plates. I saw the hearts of skinned fish beating due to reflex which was...interesting to say the least and crustaceans finding there way off of a table. Hong Kong is definitely a happening place!