Sunday, September 19, 2010

9/11: Hiking


On Saturday September 11, we took our first venture into real (rural) South Korea. Not that Cheonan feels fake, it’s just a lot like America.
Matthew
Anyway, our friend Matthew was kind enough to let us tag along on a hiking trip he took to Byeonsanbando National Park. The park is on the Southwestern coast of Korea, so a three-hour trip for us. It is highlighted by the great Saemangeum seawall, the world’s largest seawall. 

Our goal was to hike a 19-km trail that ran from  the visitor center (and beginning of the seawall) to the next biggest coastal city of Gyeokpo. I think we exceeded that when we got lost. We left Cheonan at 5:30 a.m., nearly five hours earlier than either of us had woken up since settling into our new home.

We meant to be in our destination city of Buan at 11:00.  After two separate bus rides, we managed to do that. It had rained the whole way down, so all we could do was hope that it might stop to give us a good day of hiking. In Buan, we met up with some other hikers from Matthew’s travel group. There were seven of us. We hopped in a couple of taxis and made for the start of our trail.

Our hike had three parts:
First came the scenic route. We walked upon the shores of Yellow sea (inside the sea wall) for the first hour or more.

After leaving the beach, we began to hike the hills that ran along the coast. This was probably the most interesting part. At first glance, we saw that the fence we were walking next to was made of barbed-wire. Clearly this path had not originally been for hiking. Higher up in the hills, we found many semi-camouflaged cement posts, which we could only assume were meant for men to shoot from. And we saw them every hundred feet. 
We also saw a Tiger army outpost on another beach later on. Just to the right of the picture were soldiers manning what looked like a .50 caliber gun. 

The last part was the longest, as we got lost in the midst. With the rain returning, and remaining relentless, we decided not to hike the next hill. The red clay had turned slippery, and the trail would get steep. So we took the civilized trail, the roadway. Little did we know, the signs we had been following the entire time would cease when we left the hills. Enter rural South Korea.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Funny pictures

I guess it is more sensical than our American signs, one person isn't men.

And me without my galoshes


August and July, the height of monsoon season. The rains come quick and often. And they last for a good while. For the record, this one probably lasted somewhere closer to 10 hours than two.

I thought the blue hue added a little flavor.

Our good timing


So when we went out to eat with a couple of other teachers the other night, our co-worker Oscar told us a ridiculous story. He had just finished the three-month hiatus you get for re-upping after your first contract.

So one year and three months ago, he flew into South Korea to begin his time with Chungdamn. But he happened to be entering the country at the height of Swine flu.

He said that he and the other ten Americans who flew over at the time were thrown into a van, and taken to some undisclosed location. They were all quarantined for over a week. Apparently, it wasn't as bad as it sounded, but it's crazy nonetheless.

So good timing on our part, huh?

No SARS? Good to go.

After the first day of training,
We went to a Hospital to get medical tests done.
Here's the hospital.