Precious time together

  

Bowling together (age 4)
 

Turning 3 in Korea.


Chilling on a cold day (age4)
  
At the Pavillion (age3)

Moyo in Durban (age 4)
Hotel in Daegu (age 4)

Walking in downtown Gwangyang (age 5)


Visiting a fortress in Jinju (age 4)

Walking in the snow (age 4)

Walking at the beach (age 5)

on the way to Seoul (age 5)

Hanging out with a friend at home (age 5)

At Virginia Airshow with cousin Matt (age 5)

on the ferry to Jeju-Do (age 5)

Hiking in the mountains (age 4)


the things we say

I believe that the greatest gift I can give to my son  is my time. I love to spend time with him, just chatting about our day or reading together, or talking about something new that he's curious about, or laying on the cushions watching a movie or cartoons, or taking a walk to the shops or to the library. Because he was born in Korea, he's had a lot of catching up to do. Things that we take for granted are still a great source of curiosity for him. So I treasure the time that we have together, not only because the time we spend together is priceless, but also because of the absolute gems that come out of his mouth!
For instance, the other day my husband was giving Molly, our dog, a bath, and he sent NJ to get a rag from the bathroom. I laughed when I heard NJ say, "what's a rag?" He's only been speaking English full time since we came back home last year. For the first six years of his life he was speaking Korean most of the time. There are lots of things that he can't identify in English. The good thing is that he's at an age where he's quite comfortable asking "what's this?/what's that?". The questions are constant and seemingly never-ending.  There are times when I find myself having to explain, what is to me, the most mundane or inane things. I've had to explain the difference between an SA/kombi-taxi and the sedan-type taxi that we would take in Korea. I've also had a difficult time explaining why he can't just go up to any "black" person he sees and say "Sawubona"!
On the lighter side there are some awesome language trip-ups that he's had, like one day when I served him cole-slaw, and he asked his dad why he wasn't having any. His dad answered that he doesn't like cole-slaw, so my son called  me and suggested that I give dad some hot-slaw instead!! I was practically rolling on the laugh after that.
Another day, when I was getting ready to do some washing, he calmly asked me if I would come and play with him after I'd finished "downloading" the washing in the machine!! That one was a testament to his exposure to technology all his young life!
There have been countless other similar occassions and I'll be recording more as I remember them or as they happen.

birthday boy

My son's seventh birthday is this week, on Friday, March 16. Last year we'd just come back from Korea and we couldn't organise a decent celebration for him in time, so later in the year I got some family members and NJ's little friend, together at our new house. We hired a jumping castle and bought some fireworks (it was also the Guy Fawkes weekend), and we had a braai. Everyone had fun and NJ was happy. This year, similar situation, but thankfully we'll be going to NJ's school's Easter picnic in the evening on his birthday so we're not having a party. He's had some awesome birthday celebrations in the past. When we were in Korea, we celebrated his first b-day with a full-on buffet feast, Korean style and we invited everyone that had anything to do with his first year, Koreans and foreigners alike. That was awesome because we had the main table set-up in the Korean style and we also had the little ceremony where the baby picks from various items which symbolise different hopes for his future. The items include a pencil (if he picks it, he'll be a scholar), money (rich/tycoon), a mike (an entertainer) and string (long life). Amid all the cheering, my son picked the string!!
He also spent a couple of his b-days at amusement parks - great fun for everyone, and wonderful memories for us now.
I know I'm not supposed to but I love to spoil NJ. He's always on my mind especially when I see toys, or games, or stickers. There are times when I have to restrain myself from buying all kinds of things for him. He's my greatest joy in life and I just want to make him happy. I hope this b-day will be a good one and I look forward to planning a big bash for him next year!

Going down the road to nowhere

It's March 2012, one year since we returned to South Africa from Korea. It's been a hard year, a year of adjustment, finding our feet again.  The biggest milestone was moving into our house in June. There's still plenty to do but it's so exciting to have a place that is officially our home now.
It's been quite an adventure getting to know our new surroundings but so far we are very happy. It takes just a few minutes to get to the beach, the library is just a walk away, we have two major shopping centres nearby and a SuperSpar around the corner. We have a gorgeous view where we can see a golfcourse, as well as the ocean from our backyard. We also get the Fun Fair and the Circus in the Bluff about twice a year.
We made a brief foray into Durban's CBD, and it was so nice to see the familiar buildings, stores, the vendors and the stores. The hustle and bustle is still as exciting as it was before. In my absence many of the streets have been renamed for ANC activists/freedom fighters, but seeing my old stomping grounds was really nice. Some of the businesses are gone or have moved, or have been upgraded, but everything is pretty much still the same. Walking along these old streets brought back a lot of old memories, and I was also happy to be able to show off my city to my son who is seeing it from a completely different perspective.
Basically, it's been difficult getting to this point but we are just thankful to have each other, to have a lovely home and to live in such a beautiful city.

It's been a while, part ii

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Once again, I've been away from my blog for reasons beyond my control. I finally have access to a fast-speed connection and I think I can confidently say "I'm back!"
I'm looking forward to updating my blog at least once a week from now on and have lots of catching up to do!
First of all, I've rejoined the 'noble' profession of teaching in SA and have spent the past few months at a high school that was quite challenging to say the least. Educating has taken a back seat to Discipline! I taught from Grade 8 to Grade 11 and some days I really thought I had stepped right into Hell! The learners have an incredible approach to education, namely that it is a right and that it will enter their brains and bloodstream by the process of osmosis!! Good luck to them.
I am now at, . . . , wait for it, . . . , a primary school!!! Another challenge! But here at least the kids are still small and respond well to methods of discipline such as "Put your finger on your lips!" or "Go stand in the corner and think about what you did!", which definitely do not work at high school level!
And, now I get lots of hugs everyday!! I look forward to the end of the day, not only because I get to leave, but also because of all the lovely hugs! So sweet!
The work is different but definitely not as stressful as the high school. So as with anything in the life, I have been pondering the pros and cons of the life of an educator at a high school and at a primary school. It's not as cut and dried as some people think. A lot depends on where your school is situated. The demographics. The physical location. Are you commuting or do you live nearby? How much prep are you doing? How much support are you getting from the staff and fellow educators? And so on and so on! Amongst the positive aspects of my new school are the aforementioned hugs, the access that the staff has to the internet and the excellent Tuck shop!
To be continued...

Moving house... again!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Please let this be the last time I have to move to a new house! I've had it up to my eyeballs with packing and unpacking. When I was growing up we lived in Durban, but we moved around a lot so by the time I was in high school we had collected about six addresses, and it didn't end there! We moved again, from Sydenham to Newlands East, when I just started at varsity and my sister was finishing high school. My parents are still there now. I moved out from there to my next address, a flat in town, then moved out of there and bunked with my sister for a while, then moved back home when I 'fell on hard times', and then, dramatically, moved from there to the other side of the world and another hemisphere, to South Korea! After almost ten years of that, I moved back to SA, to another temporary abode and now FINALLY (touch wood!) I have moved with my nuclear family to our house in Oriel Road and let this be the last!
What a procedure! Packing, cleaning, packing, fixing, packing... now unpacking, cleaning, fixing and a whole lot more unpacking. We have nothing much in the way of material possessions and now find ourselves in the position of newly-weds who go shopping for appliances, dishes, pots and pans, linen, towels, etc!! All that with our six year old son in tow. I'm helping my husband as much as I can, going to work, making sure my son is occupied and out of our hair, and trying to make our household run as smoothly as possible. The latter is not happening right now, but we're doing our best to establish some normality to our lives.
Living out of boxes and plastic packets is no fun so my number one job for this long weekend is to unpack EVERYTHING!!
The funniest thing is that a lot of stuff that I'm unpacking and using are gifts that we got years ago for our wedding! Unopened wedding gifts that were put away in my mom's house when we had to go back to Korea after we got married in 2003!! What fun to discover all the lovely things we got... beautiful big towels, bedding, crockery, glass bowls and a whole lot more. TG for the towels... they came in handy last night when we had our first bath in our new home!
Shame, my husband has had his hands full, fixing things, renovating, breaking walls, taking old cupboards out, cleaning the wooden floors. So just to let you know, hubby, your efforts are greatly appreciated. We know how much you have done and are doing for us. We love you and will never take you for granted! Thank you, my love!

Saying goodbye, part two.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

I've been back home in South Africa for a couple of months now and I still think about Korea everyday ...especially about the people that I got to know and love in the nine years that I lived there. I've had lots of time to think about the friendships that I had with a diverse bunch of people, and also time to realise how important it is to live in the moment and not worry about what will happen the next day, month or year.
In Korea, one of the first things foreigners mention when you meet is how long they've been there and how much longer it will be before they return home. The next thing is stating how long you've been there. If you're a new arrival, you get various reactions, ranging from "hmmm, newbie/fresh meat..." to "oh, how do you like it so far???" to "let me be your guide in this unknown territory". Most people you meet are ready with advice about how to navigate your way around, and are proud to display their hard-won knowledge of this strange, foreign land. Others sit back (slightly) smugly, and are quite prepared to let you sink or swim on your own.
I was lucky.
There were some really nice people, both foreign and Korean, at my school. I worked at a hagwon/academy called ECC and the people I met didn't hesitate to take me under their wing and show me the ropes. The first person to befriend me was an American girl named Sarah, who showed up at my door on my second night there and proceeded to take me out to a local hangout where all the other foreigners were meeting for drinks that night, thus giving me an opportunity to meet everyone else (foreign teachers, that is) in our small town on one single occassion. I was really grateful to her for that and have never forgotten her and the kindness she showed me in all the time I've known her. I also met my soon-to-be best friend, Joan, on that  same evening. As she would say, "Cool bananas!"
Over the years that I stayed in Korea, I met people from America, Canada, England, Wales,Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, Switzerland, France, Japan, and South Africa. Many of these I knew for a few months, some of them for a couple of years, and a few of them for longer periods. I still count the latter group as friends, we stay in touch and still hope to meet again sometime in the future.
Saying goodbye to all these friends has been one of the hardest things I've had to do. You meet someone, you click with them and then a couple of months later, their contract is over and they're leaving. There's a big farewell bash where the beers and tequila flow freely (thank you, Sue!), and the next day they're gone!
After this happened a few times, I started to feel less inclined to make new friends to avoid the pain of having to say goodbye. I kept renewing my contract, staying on longer than most foreign teachers, so I began to resent those who were leaving. This was not a happy time for me. Then I got the same advice from my husband and another good friend. They both told me something that has stuck with me until today; you have to enjoy and appreciate the friendships you have whilst they last, for what they're worth. Whether it's for a few months or a couple of years, it's better to make those connections with people than to cut yourself off completely. I thought about it for a long time and I finally decided they were absolutely right. So I continued to make new friendships knowing full well that I had to say goodbye eventually. But it was so much fun whilst they were around.
Saying goodbye was a small price to pay for sharing in someone's life and having them take an interest in yours. To talk about books, movies, the latest happenings in the world, to learn about their family, their world, their home, their interests... that was priceless. I don't regret any of it one bit and I have dear memories of all my friends, even those with whom I may have had one or two less than sterling moments. . My turn to leave finally came, and now I was the one who had to leave someone behind. I was sad that I had to say goodbye but also happy to be moving on.
In the years of saying goodbyes, I have kept in touch with my old friends with things like skype and facebook. Some friends have gotten married, many have had kids, some continue with their studies, others have just gone on with their lives.We have all moved onwards and upwards.
Saying goodbye is hard, but not taking the time to get to know people is disastrous. The farewell bashes were fun and we forgot to be sad, and so it should be.

It's been a while

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

It's certainly been a long time since I last posted anything. I really don't know where to begin. Okay, I decided to change the name of my blog for starters, because the first one was too subject-specific and doesn't apply anymore. Anyway, I think this one will be around for a long time.
So here I am, finally back in South Africa, at home in Durban. Well, I'm not really at home since I'm not actually in my own house right now. We'll be moving again, to our house, in July. Our current address is temporary but what a godsend it has been! We were lucky enough to be asked to house-sit for my husband's aunt whilst she's away visiting her daughter in the US for six months. It  so happened that our house is being leased for the same period of time and we can only move in there in July which is around the same time the aunt will return to SA! whew!! TG for that!
My boy is fully ensconced in Grade R at his new school (St. Gerard's) and seems to be quite happy there, making new friends and adapting to a whole new way of life. One of the funnier things that happened in the first couple of weeks was him telling us that he had "soup" for breakfast at school ... that boggled our minds as we couldn't imagine any school serving soup for breakfast. But after a quick Q and A session, we figured out that what he was describing was in fact the traditional maize porridge that is so popular here but is so foreign to him! He was drinking it out of the bowl like he would drink soup in Korea!
We are slowly adjusting back to life in SA. We live near the beach now and it's still a shock to my system to know that it's just over the hill from our house; that I can go there whenever the mood strikes. Awesome!
Being so near to our family and friends after being away for so long is amazing but still takes some getting used to. I love being able to call someone and know that I can see them the next day and not at the expense of an air ticket from all the way across the world!
For me, it's a bit strange living here now because I have moved to a new suburb and I have yet to get acquainted with the geography of it all. There are new road names to learn, new shops to explore, new faces to get to know. My husband is from this area so it's a little easier for him although he was just telling me the other day that even he has forgotten some of the road names from his old suburb and he's having to get used to it all over again as well!

Saying goodbye, part one...

Thursday, April 21, 2011

... Saying goodbye to Korea and my Korean friends was really hard to do. It was made worse by the fact that I had to spread these goodbyes across a couple of weeks. I wanted to take some final pictures of the places we saw everyday, and of the friends we said goodbye to on the last two days before we finally left Korea.
It was so hard to explain to my son that, no, we are not going to see so-and-so tomorrow or ever again. It was hard for me too, realising that this was really the last time I was going to be doing this or that, or seeing these places or these people.
This is the place I had lived in for almost ten years, the place where my son was born, this was his first home. So, for one last time, here are some of the sights on the road home...
the view from my apartment.
this is the local elementary school with the brand new sports building
on the right hand side.

ajuma/halmoni cleaning shellfish outside on a cold winter morning
another view from my apartment.
the Community Center can be seen in the background on the right,
with the new apartment bldg, Kaist Ville on the left.


our apartment bldg complex, Buyoung


our local taxi stand, across the road from the night club! 

many visits were paid to this office

Gwangyang City Hall

waiting to cross at the intersection
(our last walk across town to HomePlus)

downtown shopping (two of my favorite stores)

Seattle, my fave coffee shop downtown

last meeting with friends, Sunny and Carmen

our fave bakery/coffee shop

former English teachers who stayed in Gwangyang may or may not recognise this plot of land... there used to be a baseball batting net here, but it was torn down recently (Feb. 2011)... many lazy Saturday afternoons were spent here beer in one hand, bat in the other! anyway, there's a new batting place behind my old place at Jugong Ilcha, but I can't give exact details, because so much has changed in that area.

last day with Orini-chib (kindergarten) teacher... so sad!

saying goodbye to friends

one last goodbye meeting with my dear friend Dana and her daughter, Lucy

To teach or not to teach... to learn or not to learn... that has been the question.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

 


When I was a teacher back in South Africa, I became accustomed to a certain routine and school culture. As a teacher in South Korea I had to adapt to a new system and I had to see things in a new/different way. I knew that I was entering a whole new culture, but I wasn't quite prepared for all the differences.
I started out teaching English at one of the many private academies, known as hag-wons.
Hurdle #1:my first problem was that, at first, all of my students looked the same! My main method of differentiation was to see whether or not they wore glasses! The first week was hell, until I realised that most of them had English nicknames. That really helped, but in retrospect, considering how long I ended up staying in Korea (unexpectedly), I wish I had made the effort from the start to learn Korean names.
Hurdle #2 came in the form of communication... of course. Simple instructions like 'get out your pencil' or 'open your book' or even 'be quiet' posed enormous difficulties (ssshhh! has a whole other meaning in Korea!!). Although I have always been strict about using English in the classroom as much as possible, I was forced to pick up a few Korean words here and there to convey my intentions. Body language was often useful too!
Hurdle #3 came in the form of the differences between the structure of English and Korean (Hangul). One of the first things I noticed was how the students always added a little vowel sound at the end of words ending in a consonant. And how they just couldn't say 'fish', but rather said 'pish'! At first this was a source of great amusement, but when I encountered this problem repeatedly from class to class, level by level, I realised I had to get to the root of it all. As it happened, at the time I was delving into my first lessons of Korean/Hangul with a little book lent to me by a foreign co-worker. There I learnt that at the end of most words ending in a consonant a sound is added (it sounds like 'euh' and looks like a minus sign: 스 ~ seu), so 'yes' always came out sounding like 'yessir'!! (this is also known as Konglish!)
The next lesson I encountered was that there is no defined 'f' sound in Hangul, but rather a sound that is adapted and used in its stead. This is represented by the sign 'ㅍ' which is actually a 'p' sound, so it comes out sounding like 'pish', and, to get more complicated they also add a sound like 'ee' after the 'sh' sound so it sounds like 'pish-ee'. Good grief!!
But thanks to some education and after asking my Korean co-teachers endless questions about pronunciation and vocabulary, I came to understand a lot more about the Korean language, and thus about my students.
It's been a long journey. This understanding did not arise overnight, and is certainly not complete. However, it has been most useful, and even fun, to learn.
I did not learn to speak Korean fluently despite the amount of time I eventually spent there, because early on, I didn't know how just long I would end up staying, and most of my Korean friends enjoyed speaking English so there just wasn't any need. Since all my co-teachers spoke English, I had few problems in that respect.
It wasn't until my son started attending kindergarten that I realised I needed to pay more attention. He had always had contact with Korean child care-givers (from around 6 months), and he was speaking Korean by the time he went to nursery school/creche. So Korean was more or less his first language. By the time he was 5, he spoke Korean more fluently than English. It's really funny, because soon he was old enough to be my translator! People were so surprised when he spoke Korean, but it's fun and things were never dull with him around!
But, to get back to my original point... cultural differences at school. Even though I have a limited knowledge of Korean and my friends/co-teachers were pretty good when it came to speaking English, lots of misunderstandings still arose because of our cultural differences. There were just so many things that happened to me along the way and a lot of it simply stemmed from the fact that you, as a Westerner, have to spell everything out clearly to be understood. For example, sometimes we just don't express our urgency as clearly as we should and our point is not taken. Or we totally misunderstand our Korean friend's intentions.
I have had to explain a simple point over and over to make sure I was understood. If you don't have the patience, prepare to be frustrated.
One of the most annoying things has been when nobody tells you about events taking place at school. I've found that it's better to make a preemptive strike and say at the beginning of the day/week/month/year, "So, what's the schedule going to be like today/this week/month/year?"
At times I forgot to do that and paid for my mistake by pitching up and being told there were no classes that day! That was the year before foreign teachers were told they had to be at school even if there were no classes.
Back to school culture. I am very pedantic and I was often a little inflexible at the beginning of my teaching career in Korea. After some time, though, I realised I had to give in a little or all of my hair was going to turn white. So instead of trying to force my students to make the 'f' sound in 'fish', I said, you know what, they ARE saying 'fish', maybe in their own funny way, but that's good enough for me. I took a giant step back, and stopped having expectations, but rather tried to aim for a true sense of learning. This was great at the academy where I had 12 students at most and one at the least, so I really enjoyed the one-on-one process of teaching and learning. It was really rewarding, teaching the alphabet and phonics to groups of kindergartners and seeing them when they eventually got it.

However, when I moved to the high school, I completely lost that feeling of accomplishment. Here I was, facing up to 40 students per class, x 8. I had no idea where to start, and turned to the textbook to provide some guidance but that was not the answer. I found a solution as to how to approach my lessons and have a meaningful outcome several frustrating months later, pretty much near the end of my contract. The only consolation I derived from this experience was that many of my students did approach me privately for a bit of a chat or QnA. In that sense, I felt I had achieved something.
So what were the obstacles here?

1. The emphasis on studying English aggressively ends at the junior Middle School level. Most high schoolers have to dig really deep to remember what they learned in Elementary school.
2. There is a negative attitude towards speaking up in English in the classroom. Students are extremely shy or downright reluctant to speak up in case they are teased, or openly jeered at, for daring to show off their skills.
3. My encouragement fell on deaf ears.
4. At high school level, emphasis is placed on vocabulary and grammar as taught by the Korean teacher and the foreign teacher is focuses on conversation. But guess which
components are tested and awarded a score and which one is totally omitted from the testing phase?
I felt completely useless and lacked any power over my students so I didn't blame them for showing little interest in my assignments.
5. I had no input in any of the tests or exams.
6. There was no tutorial structure at my school so I couldn't get to that one-on-one level that I had previously enjoyed with my hagwon students.
7. Worst of all, English is only taught by foreign teachers up to the 2nd grade in high school, so the students really don't care because they know they are not going to be tested on my work, and the subject matter is going to fall away, anyway.
And that's just some of the hardships I faced. Most of these apply only to my personal experience. I know there are teachers out there who have far different experiences, for better or worse. I once heard that one of the foreign teachers would walk down the hallways with her earphones firmly on so that she could avoid her students' attempts at conversation! Too bad. I loved engaging with my students outside the classroom.

Some foreign teachers are more creative, more energetic, more interesting and just more fun.
Then there are the students. The dynamics change dramatically from class to class. Something that was fun in one class would bomb miserably in another. It came to a point where I was just sick of doing so much preparation, which often got left on the table, because I'd walk into a classroom and be met by a roomful of sleepy heads or complete indifference!
High school students in Korea are a different breed. They do a lot of self-studying, they stay at school until 10p.m and then many still go on to their hag-wons until midnight. Then they study at home until 2or3 in the morning, and they have to be at school at 7a.m. It's unbelieveable!
I could never get used to their routine. Back at home, in South Africa, we typically start school at 8a.m and finish at 3p.m then go home or do extracurricular activities. We don't attend classes on Saturdays. Koreans do!
As for punishment. This issue had my head reeling. When I was a student myself, corporal punishment was still being practiced. However, by the time I became a teacher, it was illegal. So I never walked around with a ruler or stick and punishment came in the form of weed-pulling, cleaning the school grounds, detention, suspension or expulsion.
So I just went cold when I realised how often my high schoolers here were being physically punished. They are made to kneel in the hallway, hold chairs above their heads, and got "cuts" on their hands or across the backs of their legs. I have heard many similar stories of this kind of thing happening in other schools around the country.
A country's movie industry often reflects its culture and customs and there are several movies that feature/highlight high school storylines and these forms of physical punishment are there for all to see.
I don't think Koreans are aware of how this affects foreign teachers.
One of the things that I found funny in an ironic way is the deference displayed by students. They don't meet your eyes when you speak to them but rather look down or away from you. It was funny to me because I first encountered it at home, with my Black students and I didn't understand it then (and frustrated me), but by the time I saw it here, I knew what it was all about. It's a cultural thing where the younger person must defer to their elders when being addressed by them. With my Western way of thinking, I mistakenly took this for a sign of disrespect, when in fact it is the complete opposite, in both cases.

On the lighter side, Korean students are true teenagers. They love music, movies and fashion. Many of them wear glasses, and so that becomes a way to make a statement by getting the latest style, color, etc. The rest use contact lenses and are constantly fussing with them. Hair is very important! Girls and boys alike are very concerned about having fashionable styles and one way to irk a student is to playfully tousle their hair!
They all have handphones and personal media players. It can get quite out of hand in the classroom when they're trying to sneak a peek at a video file or listen to music. They try to hide the earbud earphones under their hair!!!
 The last thing I want to do is act as a policeman in the classroom and one of the things I hate doing is confiscating students' items. I prefer to trust students to behave in a respectful and responsible manner.
The girls adjust their skirts' hems to the point that I get embarrassed for them but nobody else seems to notice. I once asked another teacher if there were any uniform regulations and sure enough there are, but they are obviously not being enforced at my school.
The boys, likewise, tamper with their trousers, tapering them to fit tightly around their legs but still baggy in the crotch. It's quite an hilarious combination that ends up looking like harem pants!
At first I was really stressed about getting some content across to my students but after a great deal of frustration I just let it go and relaxed. My attitude was just to focus on the students who were actually paying attention and I did my best to help them out, and kept imagining them in the future, as key figures in companies, where their English skills would be an asset.
This is a very exciting place to be if you are Korean and can speak English. There is just so much room for an English-speaking Korean to grow. There are so many different industries that could use them. I often see public figures like Daniel Henney who are bilingual, and see what exciting lives they lead, because they exist in dual cultures (East and West), and I think that is just awesome.
I think of all the Korean entertainers and sportsmen who can go out into the world and stretch their minds beyond Asian borders. It's an exciting time for them and I just hope the Korean Education Department will one day understand the value of English as a school subject and view foreign English teachers as assets and stop employing them as some strange kind of totem.

The bottom line for me is this: English can take you far. It is a universal language that can bind us all together some day.

Last hurrah... Seoul!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Last week I went to Seoul with NJ to have a last look-around. We visited some friends in Suwon to say goodbye. The next time we'll see them will be in South Africa later this year. It was really good to see their baby girls (twins born in December), who are growing so beautifully. Saying goodbye wasn't too bad as we know we'll definitely see each other again.
Next, we headed for Itaewon, a mecca for foreigners. It was really cold but NJ kept my temp up with his constant 'buy me this-buy me that'. After about an hour of that I decided let's just go to Lotte World now! (I was planning on only going the following day). Well, this was a good decision. We had such an awesome time that I decided we should go again the next day. On the Monday I forgot that a lot of tourist spots are closed so we walked around the War Memorial outdoors display of tanks, planes, and missiles before taking a long walk back to Itaewon. If you're alone, it's fine, you can take in scenery, listen to your iPod, smoke a ciggy, etc; but if you have a five year old along, believe me, it's a long walk... most of the way, he wanted me to carry him on my back! We visited the new Whatthebook store and I bought some cool books for NJ and mags for myself. Love the new site but not the cold interior of the store. I like bookstores that are cosy and feel like they're in Dickens's London.
Tuesday was a little busier as we took a ride around Seoul on the City Tour Bus. It was fun to be ble to see Seoul from that perspective. I usually travel around in the subway which is mostly underground. It's amazing how huge Seoul is, and the tour only covers the inner downtown areas. There is too much to see. We stopped off at the Namsan Seoul Tower, that they are now calling the N. Seoul Tower. It's changed quite a bit since I was last there, but it's still as awesome as ever. We took some pics with some cool backgrounds. That was nice. Of course NJ loved the views from the observatory deck.
We also stopped at the famed Cheonggye stream, which I've been dying to visit, but I think it's best to go there in the summer time. It was freezing cold, there were even icicles on the waterfalls, but it was still beautiful.
I also went to a tattoo place (Charm Studio) in Itaewon and got a final tattoo done by the awesome guy there. It's in Hangul script, freehand style by the artist, on the upper left arm, and it is a loving message from me to my son. I was so happy with the outcome! My son was standing there the whole time, like a cheerleader, watching as the needle progressed up my arm and my cries of pain were getting louder, saying, "Don't worry, mommy, it's nearly finished.... okay, finished now!" What an experience!
We ended the final day by going to Outback for a free meal. My husband was given a gift voucher by his boss at ECC, so we made good use of that!
Finally, there was the long trip home in the overheated bus! And then, it was home sweet Jungmadong home. It was actually good to be back!
Seoul is on the top of my list of things to do in life, and I would love to return as a visitor one day and do some serious shopping! There are so many cool places to visit, restuarants, parks, museums, galleries, souvenirs, the Han River, palaces, etc, etc.
What a treasure!

Our final long weekend in Seoul!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

In Itaewon there are several plaques of countries from around the world. NJ found the South African plaque.

One of the twins we visited. NJ was so excited to hold the babies.

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On the observation deck of the Seoul Tower.

We found a heart-shaped rock amongst the paving stones on the Cheonggye Plaza. Happy Valentine's Day, daddy!

Cheonggye Plaza. The water was partially frozen.

Lotte World is a dream land for kids.

Another odd sighting in Itaewon. Reminded us of the blue 3-wheeled car of Mr. Beans nemesis! Made us laugh.

The other twin, in fact the older one of the two. Adorable!

Welcome to Itaewon.

Taking a break at Lotte World.

Seoul tower taken from the bus.

Our bus at the Seoul Tower stop.

Seoul Tower map of surrounding area.

NJ loved the observation scope!