Comfort Kimchi and Cheese

After a week of my mom being here, seeing her leave was no fun. B being the sweet boyfriend he is, insisted on going to the airport with us. Helping mom with her bags and being there for me after we couldn’t see her anymore.  Instead of taking the bus home, which is nothing a moving, vomit-inducing wagon, we opted for the tube. Leading us to New Malden. The Korea-Town of London. We have a favorite place, Yami. Sitting in there makes us feel like we are back in Seoul. The tables are the same, the food is the same. Same multiple side dishes. Most of the time we are the only Westerners in the entire place. I love it, and seeing mom go back home I was in the mood for some comfort food. Kimchi Jjigae, a spicy, thick soup full of tofu, pork and lots of kimchi.

After every trip to New Malden, I then have to visit the local Korea Foods shop and stock up.  The last few times I’ve been by, they didn’t have the cheese ramen I pretty much lived on last year. Cheesy Goodness

It’s the simple pleasures that comfort us. Like knowing that I can pick up new favorite foods, or that I’ll be seeing my mom again in just a few months.

From Korea Town, with love. ^^

Football here, Football there, Football everywhere…

Since being in Korea I’ve gone to a total of  5 football games.  If you’re American and reading this you might be a little confused.  The rest of the world calls this game football, and sometimes “the football”, while we have called it soccer, for some odd reason.  We’re the only ones who do so.  We’re also the only country, besides maybe Canada that isn’t obsessed with it.  We all know what Canada is obsessed about….

The fans they give you....I lurve them.

I’d never been a fan of football, American Football, oh hell yes….But I just didn’t care about soccer….I didn’t even realize the US had a Major League Soccer until I moved to Korea.  As I’ve said in GOOOOAAAALLLL it only took a couple minutes for me to jump on the football wagon.

Well, and if truth be told, another reason I started “liking” football was to get “someone” to talk to me…..Hey! It worked.  Silly Englishmen.

A giant chicken!!

But enough of that…..On with the football.     My favorite game so far was the international game between Korea and Poland.  There was a lot more people in the stadium, and Polish flags were flying.  I was stunned to see so many Polish supporters in Korea.  Where did they come from? Do they live here? Craziness.  Of course Korea won, and even though it was just a “friendly” it was still exciting.  And no, I’m still not 100% sure what a “friendly” game means.  I think it’s like a non-conference game.  IDK, I like to learn, but I also just like going and cheering and having fun.

I’m trying to learn, I think it may take awhile.  But I do know what a “hat trick” is and I know that the field is called the pitch.  I’d say that’s pretty good for an American.

The mega fans.

 

And if a sport can get me, of all people to wear red on a game day, it’s managed quite the feat.   I’ve even picked a team in the Premier League….Their colors are blue and white, and their seal has spurs on it……..Of course I picked that team…….More like had to pick them….More on that later……

 

From Korea, with love.

 

 

 

 

There’s a sniper where?!?!?!

I haven’t posted in quite awhile.   I’ve been a busy girl……

In the last 6 weeks I’ve been 400 meters underground…..seen North Korea up close and personal…..Watched a real international football(soccer) game…..Had beers…make that several beers with a couple of Irish guys, 1 full, 1 just half…saw the Sea of Japan from 22 floors up….and hang out with zombies.

I think that qualifies as busy.  To be honest, I’m not sure where to start.

Perhaps I should start out by saying that if you come to Korea and don’t take the USO tour of the DMZ you have just done yourself a disservice.  As it is the most amazing thing I have ever done!  Yes, I was nervous about having rifles pointed at me by North Koreans, but when you get back on the bus, sit down and realize what you just saw…..I still get chills.

We went down into the 3rd tunnel…saw the black powder paint the North Koreans used to mark their way through.  That was cool and all, but it was nothing compared to when we pulled up to Camp Bonifas and an American MP stepped on our bus to escort us into the most heavily guarded area on Earth.  Maybe I’m just biased, but I love our guys in uniform….Just throwing that out there……

Before we could go into the JSA (Joint Security Area), where North and South Korea can meet peacefully, we pretty much had a debriefing.  It was candid and everything you would hope it would  be.  Then it was time to get back into our single file lines and walk into the little blue room.  The ROK (Republic of Korea) soldiers are truly badasses!!  They are constantly in a stance for attack.

Look at that guy!

That folks is The JSA

A group of Okies...

Looking into North Korea, you realize how small this world is.  That certain things just don’t matter.  I can not wait to go back to the DMZ.   I hope more people would go.  You are perfectly safe.  My cell phone worked the entire time…

In the next few days I’ll update on more of what I wrote at the beginning….As I have much to talk about!!!  But as always….

From Korea, with love!

Jimjilbanging

Boryeong, South Korea is famous for its mud, and its mud festival, which is held every July.  I wish I had taken the advice of a fellow traveler and gone this year, alas I’ll have to extend my contract through July next year. That why I’ll be able to tell you what’s it’s like to get painted in mud and walk around the beach with a couple thousand other foreigners.

But I can tell you all about how I got naked and bathed in mud…in a spa! (gutter minds)

The story goes down as follows…

We had just arrived at Dacheon beach when it began to rain.  After finding a place to stay for the night, we walked to the beach and got our feet wet, followed by a dash to shelter as the sprinkles turned into full-blown rain drops.  DANGIT!! I wanted to lay out and soak up all the sun I could!  Then Tina mentioned the Mud Spa just up the beach.  By all means lets check that out and get out of this rain.

Down the beach we walked to this modern building, covered in little white people in black face…uh I mean covered in mud. Oh Korea….We walked in and looked at the prices….Whoa a full massage is how much?  $30?? oh hell yes!  We paid the man and were pointed upstairs.  And that’s were it got weird.

At the top of the stairs we were instructed to remove our shoes and place them in little wooden lockers, and then enter the next room.  Once inside we are then instructed to remove our clothing, fold them and place them in slightly larger wooden lockers, put the key ring on our wrist and enter the bathing room.  I look at Tina, she looks at me…What do you mean take off all our clothing?? Whoa lady, look I don’t take off nothing on a first date, I sure as hell ain’t getting naked with a bunch of ajumma’s just waiting to point at a couple of waygookins.

But we had already paid…So off went the clothes, on went towels we swiped! 

We then proceed into the bathing area, are told to wash “really” good and then we are to get into a series of baths.  My eyes remain on the ceiling, like it’s the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen, and we step into the “Hot Mineral” bath.  Since no one else is in that one…After playing musical baths for about 45 minutes, we are summoned into the massage area.

And then it gets weirder…

We are told, by comical gesturing, to lay down in these little pod like things.  They look like strange little tanning beds, and I’m an old pro at tanning beds.  Never met one I didn’t like…Well unless it was made prior to 2003, goes longer than 15 minutes and doesn’t have high pressure bulbs. Then I don’t like it.  But these things looked like something a small space man would fly in.  I eye it, and the spa attendant laughs at me. Not cool!  I lay down and she mashes a couple of buttons and closes me inside, just my face is sticking out.  Then she puts a face mask on me, hits another button and walks away.  I feel warmth inside the pod…Oh shit what is this!  My skin starts to sting. Not cool at all.  I spend the next 15 minutes holding the pod door up because they are trying to cook me.  I still don’t know what that thing was for!

After 15 minutes we are led to tables and told to lay down on our backs, and were given little privacy towels.  How cute, nope they didn’t do their job with me.  Next, we were given make shift hand and feet massages and then told to roll over.  Now comes the mud part…

A lady begins to smear mud all over my backside. It drys, and then she proceeds to do the same on the other side.  Let’s just say she got to second base.  After I’m completely covered in mud I have to go lay in this sauna thing with a warm brick under my head.  I didn’t like it. Sauna’s aren’t my favorite thing in the world.  Next came a shower! And then the best part of this whole experience!! The milky flower bath!!

Oh my, it was heaven!  They mix this warm bubbly bath for you, and it smells wonderful.  Like flowers and sugar.  Total luxury.  It was what I figure the baths were like in Egypt for Cleopatra. For serious.  I wish I could have just had that for the 4 hours I was there.

Then we could put our clothes back on.  For what would have close hundreds back home, we were treated to Korean luxury fr only $30 and had one crazy, naked experience.  If you’re ever in Boryeong, or Korea for that matter, I highly recommend the Mud Spa.  Just be prepared to get naked…

From Korea, with love!

Weekend of Firsts

It’s Chuseok weekend.  Korea’s version of the American Thanksgiving.  Where they gather with their families and pay respects to their ancestors…To foreigners this means a few days off work!!  This is my Chuseok Story.

I wake up at 7:30am Saturday morning, having gone to bed just 5 hours prior.  “What am I doing?” I ask myself…Going off on a weekend trip with 2 people I barely know.  It reminds me of a spring break long ago, where memories still warm my heart, so I shower, put on my backpack and head towards to the subway……An adventure is waiting…….

A few transfers later I am in the train station, searching for my new friends. They are waiting in a jewish sandwich shop, that serves bacon…Have I mentioned I love Korea….

Anyway, after a quick breakfast, Jordan(AKA Mr. Rogers or Mobs. I like to nickname people) distributes the $9 standing-room-only tickets.  I then learn that for about 50 cents more we could have had seats.  I’m sure I give him my best “WTF Brooke face”.  He assures me that there is a dining car and we’ll sit there.  Tina, who made up this threesome just looks on with a toothy grin…

We  proceed to get in line, the only waygookins in sight.  I am approached by a non-Korean couple, they ask if we are going to the DMZ.  They are from SE Asia somewhere and speak impeccable English.  No matter where I am people to walk up and chat…Must be the okie smile.  Jordan sees that the line is moving and we are hustled outside to the terminal.  I am about to board my first real train.

With a swoosh of air, the train for Boryeong arrives…WEEE I’m on a train!  We push and shove our way towards the – existent dining car……But find space in the little area where the train cars meet, I assume this is called the joints. So we claim some steps and feel the train begin to move!  I look up at the window and see buildings zooming by in a blurry haze.  After a few minutes the colors of the haze change from a beige-gray to greens and blues.  We have left the city, I am now in the countryside of Korea…

Somewhere between Seoul and Boryeong

 While standing and sometimes sitting in the  un air-conditioned joint area of a train car, where your nose is assaulted with brake dust and ajummas grace you with disapproving stares, it really wasn’t all that bad.  I did witness some hilarious scenery.

Glorious shoes worn by a twentysomething Korean male...

 

Welcome to Sillyewon.....What??

 
 
 
 
First train ride…Success!!
 
First time letting a man decide on what tickets to buy….
 
Stay tuned for Part 2….
accommodations and naked mud spas…
 
 

Do you ever feel like you’re not in Korea?

On Sunday nights I try to make it to Trivia Night at Metropolis Bar in Nowon, that’s in north Seoul and only 7 stops from my apartment.  It’s pretty divey and frequented by foreigners.

Nowon Station exit 1

If you’ve been reading, you might remember my post on the elusive amaretto sour .

My favorite drink. Ever. I'm a priss, deal with it.

Metropolis is where I found one.  They also serve Western style food.  You can get cheeseburgers, wings and quesadillas.  They even have real ranch dressing.

Best quesadilla this side of the Brazos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I like best about Metropolis is that for a few hours I can forget where I am.

People are talking about how if they could do it over again “They’d vote Hillary” and laughing about how Ron Paul is just a figment of our imagination.  Lady Antebellum and Taylor Swift are thrown into the music rotation.  I just know that I’m going to find me a guy who’ll country swing with me there someday. (I’m really in dire need of some 2 steppin’ action.)

If you find yourself in Seoul, don’t just hang out in dirty Itaewon or trendy Hongdae.  There are other places just as pleasing.

This country girl has been majorly homesick and a friendly game of trivia and darts, country music and political debates make me feel just a little better….

From Korea, with love.

And homesickness.

You like Banana Milk too?

Three times a week I teach the brightest of the bright in my school. 5 students and 3 of them have an almost perfect accent when speaking English. Because of this I like to make our class time as un-class time as possible.  We get our assignments done, but I let them tell me about whatever story they can come up with, I let them read, or read to them and have them tell me about the story afterwards.

But on Friday I do something almost unheard of with the Korean teachers.  I bring the kids treats.  It is usually something that goes along with the article we read every Friday.  Last week I brought them ice cream.  The first time I brought them anything was about 2 months ago.  A street vendor was selling cookies, so I bought enough for each kid. They didn’t want to take a cookie at first.  I was shocked.  “For us??” “You brought us a present?!?!” They all but shrieked.

This week we had beat our Ice Cream newspaper article to death so I bought 5 banana milks from the GS25 (7/11 like store) and a box of cookie things.  They look like moon pies.  Which I think is hilarious.  Of course I bought them.

Korean Moon Pies.

Banana milk is just what it sounds like; and actually delicious.  I was very skeptical, I don’t like banana flavored things.  You take the little straw and stab the foil top. No spills, it’s the Korean way.

Banana Milk

These boys act more like cousins then friends.  They call each other out when need be and help each other too.  I love them.

The 3 Amigos drinking up that banana milk.

The one on the left was shocked that I too liked banana milk and drank some with them.  He also likes to give me Korean lessons.

From Korea, with love.

You like sport?

As I’ve mentioned in a few other posts, Korea is forcing me to lose weight.  And by forcing, I mean sweet talking me with amaretto sours all night and waltzing me out into the sunset.  It’s a beautiful romance. One that I didn’t think would happen this easily.  So in true Brooke fashion I decided to take it up a notch.  I can’t leave anything well and good enough alone.

I’ve joined a gym…

There is a gym half way between my apartment and my work.  Perfect!! Seriously. It’s perfect.  Yesterday I walked in and told the man I wanted a membership.  I didn’t care how much.  This was the only gym I knew of and with it so close it’s all just kismet right?  They were all so sweet to the foreigner who knows next to nothing Korean.

I found out that with a membership comes a personal trainer, access to all classes including spinning and yoga and even a few dance classes, plus the obvious access to gym-things.  I was pumped!!

It all cost me about $300 US for 11 months.  It was actually cheaper to get the 11 month package then go by monthly and since I’m taking this seriously I thought what the hell.

Today when I came for my first appointment with my trainer lol I was a little nervous.  But it all turned out great.  She just wanted to talk to me and find out what my goals were.  She started asking me if I had ever lifted weights before or had ever played a sport.  When I told her that I could play basketball, softball, volleyball, golf, tennis, she cut me off.  Looked at me funny and said “oh you a sport girl, very cool”  But actually no I’m not a “sport girl”.  I suck at sports, and the only one I’m good at is basketball.  You don’t really play sports in Korea.  You go to a Soccer academy after about 5 other academies.  So they kids aren’t taught a multitude of different sports like we are in the US.  I never valued my PE class until just now.

So after about 20 minutes chit chatting over things she put me on a treadmill and told me to go.  She had set the speed and the timer and I wasn’t allowed to touch it.  She left so I honestly could have slowed down, but I didn’t.  My legs felt like they might fall off, but I did it.

I have to see her again tomorrow….I don’t know how I feel about that.

From Korea, with love

Some Enchanted Forest…

This past Monday a few friends and I decided mid-afternoon to go find the Seoul Forest.

After a quick subway transfer and a “brief” 15 minute walk down a distillate street we found the forest of Seoul.

It turns out to be more of a cute park on ‘roids.  I had envisioned this “forest” with dense trees and squirrels.  And while I did find trees, there was not a squirrel in sight.  There were however loads of Koreans.  As Monday was Liberation Day in Korea.  It celebrates the day that the Allied forces liberated Korea from Japan in 1945.  I wonder if that was the same day the US dropped the Atomic bomb?  So much they don’t teach us in school.  Like the metric system!  I’ll write a post on that soon I promise, cause it drives me crazy!

In Seoul Forest we saw some pretty neat sculptures.

Would you like to hold my hand?

This dude is called a Grandfather, and he is from Jeju-do Island. The Hawa’ii of Korea.

All I know that this is a bear.  Sums up the oddness that is Korealand.

There was even a water fountain portion to the park…oh I mean Forest.  The kids were loving it!

It was a pretty good afternoon/evening in Korea.

But lest you forget where you are.  Korea will always remind you.

From Korea, with love!