Quirky Korea--Konglish

Konglish: the use of English words in a Korean context

Konglish could almost be considered an artform in Korea. You see it on t-shirts, restaurant signs, coffee cups, candy, and even on the man/woman matching underwear seen everywhere. As a result of the strong structural differences between the Korean language and English, there is lots of room for grammar and vocabulary mishaps (and chuckles for us native English speakers). The one on the left here is one of my favorite Konglish examples from this past weekend while walking through a mountain village near our home known for serving goat and duck.

-Callie

Just us and our backpacks

Okay, so I suppose that it is time I contribute to this thing.

As many of you probably know, it was my 25th birthday on the eighteenth of October. Holy crap! I know a quarter century old, right? It is scary for me to think about everything that I have done in that time and also to think about how much more I want to do and accomplish in my life. To be honest I really didn’t even think about my birthday till the Monday before. So the epic day / week starts like this…

I came home from school and Callie was at home already and for some reason she really wanted me to go and look at myself in the mirror. A little strange, I know, but as usual I did what she asked. I am glad too because there taped to the mirror was a sweet little note explaining that for the next week I would receive a gift every day till my birthday. Along with the note was a riddle that Callie herself conjured up to describe where my gift was hidden.

Cheese, new underwear, a wool outdoor jacket, a hiking shirt, and a trip to Jirisan National Park to hike the second highest peak in Korea were just the physical things that she gave me, along with copious amounts of love, happiness and the best company anyone could ever ask for. Yep, if you didn’t guess, she is amazing!

With all that being said, the thing I really want to talk about in this blog is the trip to Jirisan. Not only was it one of the single hardest days of hiking that Callie or I have ever experienced, it was also one of the most beautiful and inspirational days I have had in my quarter century of life. So here we go...only 1,915m to go.

On Friday Oct. 23^rd I took all of my camping gear for the weekend with me to school because I was going to meet Callie at the bus station after. It was hilarious how the students could care less that I was carrying a large backpack to school but were fixated on the idea that it was a North Face backpack. I had my backpack in my office all day and countless students walked in to go to class stopping and pointing, “oh teacher…The North Face, Good! How muchie?” My co-teacher was the only person all day to ask if I was going hiking, only after she commented on The North Face brand.

After school I met Callie in Sasang to catch our bus to Jong San Ri, the base of our hike to the summit of 천왕봉Chon Wong Bong. Everything went fairly smoothly. We had to transfer busses once and thanks to our first bus driver we got on the right one. After about 3 hours of winding through mountain roads we got to our first destination, Jong San Ri. That night we were planning to hike into the national park and camp, however Korea is dynamic. We asked a shop owner for directions and he informed us that the park was closed and we could not go that night. After a short deliberation, we decided to stay at the inn above his shop and leave early the next morning for the mountain.

5:30am…alarm rings, here we go. We packed our bags, laced up our boots and headed up the mountain. The first stretch was along the side of a road that wound up a beautiful hill and through a small mountain village. Many people told us that this is the best time of year to visit the park because of the amazing fall colors. None of them were wrong. The early morning sun coming through the trees and revealing the beauty that we drove through the night before was breathtaking. As we hiked up, more and more of the mountainous valleys were revealed in all of their color. When we got to the park about 45 min. later, we looked around and found the campsite. With no one around to pay or talk to, we set up our lonely tent. We would be the only ones camping that night. After we set camp and boiled water for oatmeal we set out for the summit.

While setting up our tent, there were literally droves of people heading up the trail. Until we set out for ourselves, we were unaware of the challenging nature of the trail to the top. The length of the hike for the day was only 5.5 miles but with over 6,000 feet of elevation change made for quite a hike. The number of people on this hike was truly amazing. All different ages from pre-school age children to grandmothers

and grandfathers were making the trek to the top. The beauty of the day and our surroundings were one thing, but I was continually inspired to keep pushing myself by the people around me.

Mangbawi Rock was the first place we reached that gave us an open view of our surroundings. At 1,068m we had already hiked to a higher elevation than we had previously done in Korea. To give you perspective, the tallest mountain in Busan is only 801.5 m. With roughly 3km to the peak and 900m of elevation change we had a lot of stairs to climb. Oh my goodness stairs! I am fairly sure that we climbed up and then back down more stairs, whether made of rock, wood or metal, than we have climbed in the past 5 years total. It was, however, incredible to think that the majority of the trail was virtually paved in stone that had been gathered from the surrounding area. Much of the steeper sections had been lined with stone steps that were very carefully placed. And then areas which were too steep for stone, had giant metal staircases built. (I just want to take this time to throw a shout out to all those people who do trail maintenance. Thank you for all your incredibly hard work).

About 2km from the top there was an incredibly beautiful Buddhist temple. We stopped there to have a snack, along with about 200 other hikers. We walked around the temple trying to soak up the serenity and simplicity found in that place. There, near the peak of a mountain, Buddhist monks have been living and practicing for nearly 1,500 years. To me, going back to nature to find peace makes so much sense. As we walked around, a monk was singing his prayers adding just that much more of a surreal feel. I could have sat and listened to him all day, but we had to get to the top.

As we approached the summit the number of people seemed to continually grow. At first it kind of bothered me that there were this many people on the mountain, almost as if it were ruining my experience. But then I began to think that every single one of these people, young and old have walked up the exact same trail that Callie and I just struggled up. This realization just made me smile. Thinking about back home and how we may have seen 100 people total all day and here we are hiking with literally thousands, all enjoying our surroundings and sharing the experience.

Finally, we made it to the top!! The final 200 meters was crazy, but the final push over the last hump revealed a complete panorama as far as you could see. Breathtaking! At the summit Callie and I found a nice quiet spot and ate lunch. The number of people at the summit was incredible. Once we finished our lunch it was time to take our picture at the summit. In Korea, all the major peaks have a marker with the mountain name and elevation. There were so many people gathered around the rock that it took us twenty minutes to make our way to the marker. Then with hand gestures and a kind smile we convinced a nice Korean man to take our picture.

As we were trying to mentally prepare ourselves for the trek back down, I noticed a Korean man with a billboard around his body standing out on a rock. It made us both really sad to learn he was protesting a gondola, which is planned to be built right to where we were standing. It is difficult to describe how learning this made me feel. Let’s just say that it would be a similar feeling if I found out that they were going to build a highway through the BWCAW and let motorboats on all the lakes. Those of you who know me, know what I was thinking.

So the hike down, um … ouch! As we came down there were continually people going up. I know I said it a lot but it was truly amazing how many people we saw hiking that day. So we finally made it back to our site and, man, it felt really good to sit. We changed our clothes and hiked down into the park office to see about camping that night. Oh, I should tell you that during the day we put 5000 won on our tent in case a park official came to check if we had a permit, well when we got back to our site, there it was, right where we left it, even with all those people passing by (this reaffirmed why we feel so safe in this country). Anyway, we found the park office and registered--they charged us something like $3.50 to camp for the night. We got some soju (Korean rice liquor) and snacks and headed back to camp for dinner and rest. Ramen with tuna over a camp stove never tasted so good.

The next morning I woke up at exactly 4:03am by what sounded like a herd of elephants hiking up the mountain. I then remembered that the store owner on our first night told us the park opens at 4:00am. The sunrise at the top is supposed to be magnificent, and I am sure that most of those hikers were going to push for the top in less than 2 hours for the sunrise. That morning we got up early…not 4am early but early enough, and hiked back to Jong Son Ri to catch our bus home. We ended up eating oatmeal in the parking lot while waiting for our bus. A most excellent way to end an amazing trip.

All in all this was one of the greatest day trips I have ever been on, and I have Callie to thank. She gave me an excellent birthday, and I am so happy that I have her with me on this journey called life.

-Aaron

The Universal Language

On certain Saturdays of the month, the students participate in clubs. Some clubs are for certain sports while others for academics and art. On Saturday morning I had the opportunity to go to a pottery making class with my co-teacher and some of my students. The class took place in a little village just up the mountain from our school.

The class itself was entertaining. As many of you may know my artistic experience ended in middle school and, well, actually, I don’t think it ever began. But I had a wonderful time being with my students and they encouraged me with “you do it, teacher!” and rolling the clay for me. I ended up with a pretty good looking bowl and can’t wait to finish it next month.

But perhaps the most fascinating part of my pottery experience came when the students left. I soon found out that the class was held at the home of a famous Korean ceramicist. Apparently he primarily does painting now, but his sons continue his work and make pottery. My teacher showed me their gallery. Walking into the gallery was almost magical. After struggling to make a bowl that could actually be useful, seeing shelf after shelf of intricate, colorful bowls, tea sets, and vases was invigorating in a way. Their pottery is unique because it is not usually painted. Instead, they adjust the kiln temperatures and use the wind to create different colors and patterns. Each raw, handmade piece revealed a more simplistic and authentic side of Korean culture that I had not experienced before.

Then, a woman entered the gallery and greeted my co-teacher. Apparently she was an old friend and the wife of one of the sons who makes the pottery. She invited us to have tea with her, so we sat on the floor at a little table in the middle of the gallery. Soon I realized this would be a very special experience. Oh how I wished I could understand Korean!

This woman teaches classes about tea and shared all her knowledge with my co-teacher and me. Through translation, I learned that I tasted a 70 year old black tea (apparently black tea should be fermented for many years in order for it to be good—nowadays they use chemicals to speed up the process which is not a good thing), red tea made from leaves 100 years old, and a powdered green tea. The teas were delicious but the woman’s demeanor really captured my attention. She prepared the tea so delicately and spiritually. We learned that one tea was supposed to improve our spirits while another improved our complexion. Then, with such humility, she intertwined her passion for tea with her husband’s pottery talents by explaining piece after piece of pottery. For example, she had us look into the bottom of a bowl and asked us if we could see the galaxy as the bowl’s colors and speckles represented our connection to the universe. And, while we drank hot water from one of the bowls, she asked if we could feel our bodies absorbing the minerals from the clay.

Finally, before leaving, she gave me nearly 200,000 won ($200) worth of pottery. I was in awe, but she graciously explained how she had met many foreigners and none were so respectful and interested in Korean culture as myself. She could see kindness in my eyes, she said. I was flattered. My teacher later explained that this was her way to show not only how proud she was of her culture, but her gratitude for my presence. “Just enjoy this kindness” my teacher continued to say as I was trying to think of something I could do in return for the woman. As my co-teacher explained this in English, I yearned for the chance to say a word or phrase the woman could understand. However, I suppose this universal language called “kindness” communicates more than any spoken word ever could.

-Callie

Quirky Korea

Yesterday Aaron went to the store to buy cereal. However, he did not come back with simply cereal--oh no, not in Korea. "Service" is everywhere. It's the belief that you should get more than what you desire. At a restaurant, it may be a free appetizer. At a clothing store, it could be a free headband or sometimes even some fish jerky. This time, it was a pair of silky, comfy socks attached to the cereal box. Aaron was kind enough to choose the last box with the socks as he knew I would enjoy them more then the cereal bowls and shovels attached to the other boxes. It certainly makes shopping a bit more exciting when you get to the checkout!

-Callie

100m Dash and Devil Pumpkins

What a fun past few weeks I've had!  I am continually thankful for my school, students, and fellow teachers.  Just tonight I told Aaron that I really look forward to walking into school each day.  My career as a teacher is continually affirmed.  

I thought I’d show some pictures from the past few weeks to give you an idea of my experience:

Sports day is an annual event in many Korean schools.  On this day, students’ homerooms compete against each other in various sporting events.  The students take this VERY seriously and prepare for it weeks in advance.  Each homeroom creates a banner which they hang from their classroom window and create custom made costumes to promote team spirit and unity.It was an absolute BLAST to watch.  I was lucky enough to participate in the three-legged teacher relay race with my co-teacher.

Finally, each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after school I teach an English conversation class.  This is the class I look forward to all week.  My students are disciplined, enthusiastic about learning, yet are still your usual middle school students.  It such a joy to capture their energy as middle school students but be able to direct it so easily to learning.  We play many games to practice conversation and learn about culture in English speaking countries.  For example, we had a Halloween party including a costume contest and mummy making competition.  I was amazed at how much the students got into the idea of Halloween and how eager they were to dress up.  

Now, don't get me wrong, it is not all sunshine and roses (it is middle school after all), but once you figure out how to channel the students' energy and pubescent personalities (and are willing to make a fool of yourself), I couldn’t think of a better career than teaching.

-Callie

 

 

Passion

Just yesterday I received my first haircut in Korea. Now I’m known for never spending over $15 on a haircut in the US. Actually, $15 is pricey for me. I asked my co-teacher if she could tell me of a place to go, and she decided to make an evening out of it. We would go to her salon and then have dinner at a fantastic all-natural Korean restaurant tucked up on the mountainside. I was excited!

As I sat in the salon chair, iced tea in hand, and pretending to read the Korean magazine given to me on top of a silky, fluffed pillow, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by what was happening to my hair—or actually, above it. It was one of those epiphanic moments when something just clicks and the world makes a little more sense, yet all the stylist was doing was cutting my hair. There was something about the way he studied each strand and cut so meticulously that unveiled a true passion for what he was doing. I began to see a quiet pride emit from the smirk on his face as his snips came faster and his snaps more rhythmic. He was excited to cut my hair! His passion for his daily work was more than inspiring—it was invigorating!

One of my fellow Korean teachers emits this same subtle, serenity when I watch her with her students. She is a fantastic teacher and I look forward to every chance I have to watch her teach in front of a full class or simply interact with a student in the hallway. She also gets a small smirk when a student raises his or her hand to ask a question or when she is typing tomorrow’s lesson plans at her desk. Her passion is her profession, and even the students find her passion contagious as they are more animated and excited in her classes.

Sometimes our routine catches up to us and we forget why we do certain things. I know I fall in that trap of comfort and routine sometimes as well. But then I stumble upon moments like watching a man gleefully cut someone’s hair or feeling an educator emit a curious sense of peace by encouraging a student, and it’s in these moments that I am reminded of the importance of having passion in life. As humans, we desire that feeling of attachment and purpose that having passion for something gives. For some, it may be a career, for others it may be family, a person, a sport, or a cause. Or, for others like me, our passion may come in more of a mosaic form. Whatever it is though, it’s important that we discover it and become in tune with it. Not only does it bring more peace within ourselves, but it also leaves those with whom we come in contact, feel a little bit better about their own life and world.

I suppose this realization was worth the 95,000 won (roughly $80) salon experience. Oops.

-Callie

Watch out Tyra Banks!

I'm writing this blog while sipping a pomegranate iced tea in a coffee shop near our apartment. Before taking my fifth step into the shop, the barista warmly asked, “Take out?” I politely pointed to a table, and with a surprised, sympathetic gaze that could only be given by a Korean, was handed a menu. You do nothing alone in Korea.

One example of this importance of family, friends, and community is Chuseok. Saturday was the official day of Chuseok. Chuseok is a holiday comparable to Thanksgiving in the US when Koreans celebrate the harvest by preparing special foods and performing ceremonies to honor and offer parts of the harvest to ancestors. Koreans travel back to their homes in order to celebrate this holiday. Aaron and I were fortunate enough to be invited to celebrate with the family I know from Winona. We traveled to Sujin’s parents’ house that is a 50 minutebus ride from Busan. We ate traditional food, reminisced about Winona, exercised, and then ate again. We also visited a traditional Korean house and saw egrets at a nature preserve near their home. It was the perfect way to spend Chuseok, and we were thankful they invited us for the day.

*Above: Sujin, her daughter Subin, and her mother on Chuseok Below: Aaron and I at the top of Geumjong Mountain*

Meanwhile, Aaron and I are keeping ourselves busy with school, hiking, reading, and eating. Both Aaron and I had the opportunity to go out to dinner with our school staff. Aaron’s experiences were particularly beneficial as he’s learned the benefits of eating garlic from his male teachers (“Good for male health...stamina! ”). Also, we’ve both realized how it seems all Koreans understand what herbs, vegetables, roots, and food in general benefit them. They know what is good for their skin, body, sicknesses etc. Instead of turning to prescription medication as we seem to do entirely too much in the states, they look to a root or herb for relief. It’s been fascinating to learn these remedies.

Among other things, Aaron and I managed to land ourselves a modeling job. Super modeling to be exact—well, at least for Aaron. The story begins on a dismal Saturday morning. We’d just finished breakfast and Aaron took the trash to the basement of our apartment building. There’s a man who is in charge of that area as well as the parking garage. Aaron’s told me that they’ve talked before about anything from the US to the importance of effective trash management. But this day, as Aaron is separating plastics from glass, the man came up to Aaron and asked, “Can I ask you a question? You know model? Supermodel? You! Model!” Aaron responded, “Umm…well…I never have.”

Then, while patting Aaron’s beard and broad shoulders, he said, “You put on jacket and I take your picture.” Puzzled but enthusiastic, Aaron responded, “Okay,” thinking he would go in the man’s office, put on a suit coat, and take a picture. But inside the office, the man asked Aaron for his phone number to which Aaron replied, “Oh, I don’t know it yet. I will go get my phone.” The man urgently said, “OH NO! We go upstairs and you meet photographer now.” So they went in the elevator and left the bags of garbage behind.

The man took Aaron to the 3^rd floor of our building and proceeded to start pounding on a door while yelling “It’s Mr. Kim! It’s Mr. Kim!” A young man came to the door and Mr. Kim said, “This is the young man you asked for.” The young man introduced himself as Bob and soon Aaron heard the door shut behind him—Mr. Kim was gone.

But Bob warmly welcomed Aaron to his apartment and told Aaron that he would love to take his picture while Aaron wore one of the snowboarding jackets he had designed. Bob took out one of his blaze orange, puffy jackets, put it on Aaron and said (in his New Zealand/Korean English accent), “You look so good, so cool. Can you model tomorrow? I will take your picture and you will model my line of snowboard jackets. ” In the spirit of “Korea is dynamic” catchphrase, Aaron said yes. Bob said that “when I can afford it I will pay you” and offered to bring Aaron snowboarding/skiing whenever he desired. Then, Bob asked, “Do you know any foreigners?” Aaron said, “Well I’m here with my girlfriend.” Bob’s first words were “is she cute?” And, as Aaron told me, he said, “Well, obviously.” Then, Bob asked for his number. Aaron ran up to our apartment to get his phone number for Bob. Meanwhile, I’m thinking all he did was take the garbage out. As he ran into the apartment, all he mentioned was “You’ll never guess what just happened to me!” and ran out the door again to give Bob his phone number.

I said yes to the deal and soon Sunday came. Bob called us earlier than expected because rain was on its way. We got into his car, drove literally 200 meters to a park near our house, and proceed to be “models.” We put on 5 different colored coats and attempted to look as model like as possible. Finally, after 20 minutes, Bob was content with his shots. Then, he asked the common question, “have you eaten?” Soon, we found ourselves having a steak dinner with Bob, his fiancé, and forks, NOT chopsticks. Soon we found out that Bob works for BASF chemical company and does coat design on the side. He mentioned that designing is his passion, and he needed our pictures because he’s hoping to market these coats to Europe and America. He’s going to give us each a coat for sure and take us snowboarding/skiing sometime this winter. Truthfully, we could care less about any compensation—the experience is enough.

For the record, the photo shoot lasted 20 minutes and the steak dinner—an hour and a half. We have a studio photo shoot coming soon and then the pictures (and coats) will be available on his website. Oh, and one other thing…it turns out that Bob had asked Mr. Kim (the garbage manager) to look for Aaron because Bob had seen Aaron around and thought he would be the perfect model. Go figure. :)

-Callie