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The Scariest Place on Earth

8 Apr

With all the recent talk about North and South Korea, I thought I would share this post with you. This time 2 years ago I was living and working in Munsan, a town of about 100,000 only a few KMs from the border with North Korea. Here’s what I had to say about it at the time….

Sometimes as I lie in my new bed, in my new room in a brand spanking new apartment block, it’s easy to forget where I am. From the minute You step outside the door of your 21 storey apartment complex you are gently reminded EXACTLY where in the world I am. I have become so used to seeing soldiers everywhere that I have simply forgotten to write about them in my blog.

I am living in Munsan, which is a city only 20 minutes from the boarder with North Korea. Munsan is the last stop on the train line. If you go any further, and as far as I know only freight trains do, you will find yourself in the depths of a ravaged nation. A country that has been totally cut off from the outside world, has a secretive government and a nation that has been struck down with famine. Today, due to the government’s secretive nature and its reluctance to allow in foreigners, North Korea is considered the world’s most isolated country.

ers on the Train line that operates from the North Korean city of Kaesong, to Munsan, in the South.

ers on the Train line that operates from the North Korean city of Kaesong, to Munsan, in the South.

Soldiers are everywhere in Korea. At the moment I am sitting in a PC Bang, which is like an internet cafe except I’m the only person actually online, everyone else is playing computer games. I am also the only girl and the only perosn not in camoflage uniform! There are probably about 20 soldiers in here, as always.

When I walk down the street in Munsan, you see soldiers everywhere, just going about everyday life. As we are so near to North Korea, there are lots of high fences with barbed wire and look out posts, a lot of which it must be said are no longer in use. But the soldiers remain.

A South Korean Soldier checking the barrier, just north of Munsan.

A South Korean Soldier checking the barrier, just north of Munsan.

Of the three tunnels between North and South that were discovered in the last 30 years, one of them, the third infiltration tunnel, ends only 12km North of Munsan. I’m hoping to do a tour of the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) next weekend, where you actually get to go down into the tunnels and experience it first hand. The tunnel is about 1,600 m long and about 150 m below ground. It is apparently designed for a surprise attack on Seoul from North Korea, and can easily accommodate 30,000 men per hour along with light weapons!! Eeeep.

Don’t ask me how or why exactly, but on Friday the other Munsan teachers and I ended up in a place Bill Clinton famously called, “The scariest place on Earth.” Anyone who knows me and knows my keen thirst for adventure will know I do not turn down offers to go to crazy places, in fact I LOOK for them.

Third infiltration tunnel, DMZ near Munsan, South Korea

Third infiltration tunnel, DMZ near Munsan, South Korea

We had befriended some US military soldiers who happened to live in the JSA (Joint Security Area) situated about 15 minutes north of Munsan and about 5 minutes south of North Korea!! The JSA is the only area in the country controlled by both North and South Korea. It is known to be one of the most isolated places on the planet, with stories of shootings and kidnappings rife. One of my friends said that she heard a story recently of someone’s grandmother who had been kidnapped for 5 days ‘just for fun’. This is no place to mess around in.

So off we went on our little adventure to what was once one of the most terrifying war zones on earth and a place still covered in secrecy and armed forces. The journey there was weird enough. We first had to cross the ‘Bridge of No Return’, a bridge lined with explosives so if any attacks or intrusions were to take place, the military could delay their progress by blowing up the only entrance into South Korea. We had to pass many checkpoints and often show our I.D cards.

We were given a mini tour of the army base, were bought a free breakfast and as the tour buses passed by (with each passenger paying 150 bucks each!) they waved at us as if we were animals in a Zoo or celebrities..it was very bizarre and we felt very out of place. We were been watched at all times, and that we weren’t allowed to take any pictures (Ooops!). It is a weird place, surrounded by mountains and green fields, and one of the first places I have witnessed birdsong and wildlife amoungst the army bunkers and look-out points.

Soldier in the JSA, North / South Korea

Soldier in the JSA, North / South Korea

On exiting one building we heard gun shots and looked at each other with frightened glances. Thank-fully we were told it was just the shooting range/practice range, but it was still somewhat scary. The guys flicked laminated pieces of paper at us, their “licences to kill’. These were no joke, they were real life licences to kill. They also showed us their guns, unloaded of course. A serious reminder of where we were.

We got to observe the army first hand, the rank system, how ‘higher ranks’ could smoke the junior privates and how their was a huge amount of respect to be found. It was quite a culture shock to us carefree teachers I must say and I was happy to head back to Munsan and my life as a teacher!

Deokjeok-Do…A weekend of EPICNESS.

8 Jun

I find it hard to put last weekend into words. If there were a recipe for last weekend, it would without doubt make millions for event planners, and fun lovers the world over.

Originally I wanted to start this post like this, “What do you get when you put over 100 fun-loving (slightly MENTAL!), energetic, loud, bordering-alcoholic foreigners on a remote island in the yellow sea, with a raging bonfire, guitars, a 24 hour beach bar, animal costumes, AND 1000′s of tequila shots??” It might not have been heaven, but as far as weekends away go, it was pretty close. 

Braving the cold Yellow Sea

Mini Group Shot....The Swimmers!

It is safe to say that most things done last weekend were done in EPIC proportions. An EPIC amount of foreigners invaded this usually idyllic and peaceful island. Add the hordes of randomers to the 100+ IFX crew, and you have yourself an island invasion.

An EPIC amount of alcohol was drank….and that was all before breakfast! An EPIC amount of friends were made. Every time I log onto facebook all I see is that one friend or another is now friends with about 50 new people, all from last weekend. The weather was EPIC…you just had to look at the glow (ok maybe it was brown, but more likely it was a shimmering red) coming off everyone as we boarded the ferry on monday to know the weather Gods were kind to us!

Pam, Eulalia and I on the main beach

Jumping at Sunset!

So what was this weekend of EPICNESS I hear you ask?? Well last weekend I set off to Deokjeok Do Island in the Yellow Sea, near Incheon with about 20 friends, also teachers, from Geumchon/Munsan. As Monday was Korean Memorial Day, we all had the a 3 day weekend to enjoy. We went as part of IFX (Intrepid Foreign Excursions) a sort of travel group that was sat up by expats in Korea, who arrange brilliant weekend trips away throughout the year, making it easier for foreign teachers to travel and explore the country.

This trip was a 3 day beach get away, inclusive of a 24 hour bar right on the sand, cheap drinks, volleyball, baseball, frisbee and endless other fun that happens when you put 100′s of foreigners on one remote beach with cheap alcohol.

Pam and I; Breakfast of Champions!

A more appropriate breakfast!!

Normally I don’t like tour groups. I like to travel independently, with more freedom to do what I like, when I like. IFX is different though. They arrange all the difficult missions such as booking ferry tickets, accommodation, getting bonfire permits, sorting out delicious western breakfasts etc but at the same time allowed the group the freedom to go off and do as we please. Drink all day? No problem! Want to go hiking? No problem! Need a sleep in? No problem. It was bliss, and now I’m super stoked for my next Korean Adventure with IFX in the form of MUDFEST in a few weeks!

Note…I’m not uploading the drinking pics. There are too many. They are TOO EPIC. That is all.

Hongdae Hongdae Hongdae!!!

17 Oct

Weekends in Korea tend to be a little bit…mental. As most foreigners here are either teachers,study abroad students or in the army…pretty much everyone works Moday to Friday and spends the weekend de-stressing, letting off steam, drinking, or going a little crazy. There always seems to be so much going on from a Ginseng festival, International food or fireworks festival, someones going away/birthday/anniversary party you are never really stuck for things to do at the weekends in Korea.

Mary, Leeanna, Tara and the rest of our crew tend to stay in Munsan on Friday night and drink in one of two local bars. That’s right there are only 2 bars in Munsan…even though the population is close to 200,000. That’s 1 bar per 100,000 people. Mental. The weird thing is they don’t even get that busy and are really pretty small bars. Most Koreans, you see, tend to go to ‘Soju and Hof’ joints where eating dinner is the main event and taking shots of beer and soju is an after thought.

Tara and Leeanna strike a Pose!

Our Military buddies in Kats Bar

So anyway we spent Friday night in Kats bar, the hangout spot for the American Military, who are working nearby in the DMZ. The drinks are ridiculously expensive as they pretty much have a monopoly in Munsan. You either go to Wa Bar or Kats bar or you have to spend loads on getting in and home from Seoul. Nights in Kats bar are really random. It’s is tiny and full of military soldiers,us four teachers and a sprinking of Koreans! You descend underground to what is a tiny, dingy bar pumping out non stop hip-hop. They have every assortment of drink you could wish for, darts, cards for drinking games and even plastic cups and pingpong balls for Beer Pong. It can be easy to forget that that I’m about 10 minutes from North Korea and about 1000 miles from home.

Mmm giant colourful cocktails!Margaritas in...Margaritas!

On Saturday, I had the opportunity to go to  CostCo with my boss, where I stocked up on western food such as sliced ham, cheese, applr pie, cookies, haribo sweets, vegetables and other sorts of food I’ve been craving. I should be sorted for about 3 weeks with the amount of food I bought!

Saturday night Mary, Leeanna, Tara and I decided to push our hangovers aside and head for an all nighter in Hongdae. As all trains stop at midnight in Korea you must either go home before 12 (a bit like cinderalla…!) or be hardcore and stay out til the first trains start at 6am which is what we decided to do.

Nights in Hongdae are always awesome, meeting random people (I met a girl form Cork who lives about 15 minutes from my house!) dancing on stages and drinking all sorts of amazing cocktails. I bumped into Natalie, a fellow couchsurfer, on the street and she joined us. Later Brittney, another CSer, met us in a bar and later again we were joined by another Couchsurfer friend of mine.  On the train home at 6am, we bumped into Mbali a fellow Paju teacher, on her way home from a crazy night in Itaewon. Seoul might have a population of 15MILLION but you are still likely to bump into endless people you know on a night out!

Cocktails in GoGo's Bar, Hongdae

Waiting for the train...

Frustration Station

27 Sep

Gah. Korea really drives me crazy sometimes. It’s not that there is in fact anything wrong with Korea, I just get frustrated that Korea isn’t more like home. Which is stupid, I know. But when you are tired and hungry and are walking around the supermarket for what feels like hours and can’t find ONE SINGLE THING you are looking for, I want to scream.

I had a long day, I had no lunch due to a bit of a mix up at school and was looking forward to cooking up a mean chicken stir fry for dinner. I’m sick of eating out. Especially when Korean restaurants must be the most homogenous in the world…you will be served the EXACT same thing in every single place. Oh, sorry you want choice? Well piss off to another country loser.

So anyway I want to cook. I go to HomePlus to buy all the ingredients. They have no chicken. NO CHICKEN. WTF?! Koreans love chicken. Homeplus is the biggest supermarket in Munsan, where is the freakin chicken?! I look for rice. Koreans LOVE rice. Rice is normally everywhere. But can I find rice here? No, no I cannot find any rice anywhere. Gah.

So I somehow end up spending 30,000 won on crap, none of which I can actually cook for dinner, and leave feeling drained, snapping at my boss saying that “half an hour shopping in HomePlus is more stressful that 8 hours teaching!”, and continue to tell him my woes about not finding what I wanted. He just laughs and says “Bastards” which makes me laugh. He is my boss afterall! Ahhh Korea.

Imagine You’re a Turkey…

24 Sep

…and thanksgiving is coming soon. Now, you really don’t want to be chosen for the dinner table. Write a speech explaining why your partner is a better choice to be eaten instead of you.

This is the somewhat bizarre task I gave my Grade 4 students on Monday. As Korean Thanksgiving was approaching I thought it was both topical and entertaining. It turned out to be one of the funniest lessons I have taught so far in Korea, so I have decided to share what some of my students wrote in their speeches!

“Hey, YOU! Don’t eat me! Eat Bryan instead, because Bryan is fat and delicious. And if you eat me, I exchange to be the mummy and I KILL YOU! Or I control you to eat poison mushroom or crazy grass. Ha! and you change to ultra giant DX pig! Or you could eat Ann…she is long and delicious. Or go to America…lots of Turkeys there!”

“Please don’t eat me, I don’t taste good! Eat Ann she is very, very, very delicious…like a cow..she eats lots and lots of rice so would taste good!”

“Please don’t eat me. I am young and  like my family and have future. I don’t want to die. Eat Bryan cause he is big and fat and delicious and has lots of delicious friends you could eat too and he is MAN. Or eat Janet teacher cause she is tall and has long legs you could eat. i’m fast, you won’t get me.”

I couldn’t stop laughing when they read these out, students are so entertaining! I Love teaching!

Thanksgiving Turkey

Casino Jack and the United States of Money

12 Sep

Today I opted out of running a 34km marathon (no surpriese there!) and instead decided to attend the 2nd annual DMZ Documentary Film Festival which was much more my cup of tea. The festival screens a lot of films with a theme of peace and others concentrating on the quest for justice.

Although not attended by huge audiences, (in fact my 2 teacher friends and I were the only foreigners in this particular screening!), It can’t be from lack of trying. They provided a free shuttle daily from Geumchon station to Paju book city, had guides in both Korean and English and seemed to be well organized.

Marathon for Peace

10 Sep

So on my way home yesterday I read about the ’4th Annual Gyeonngi Peace Marathon’. It is happening this Sunday in Paju and involves a course that goes right up to the DMZ, the border with North Korea. As the name suggests, it’s a marathon to promote peace and is sponsored by UNICEF.

The question on my mind is…”Could I run a marathon?!” To be realistic and honest I’m not talking about doing the full marathon. Jeez I’m not THAT crazy. But there is an option to do half the course, or even better just 6km!! I mean anyone can do 6km, right?!

The only problem is the weather here at the mo. It’s either 30′c and 100% humidity or it is pretty much a non stop thunder and lightning show with a mini hurricane/typhoon thrown in for good measure!! Not exactly IDEAL marathon running weather. Not that I would be actually running anywhere, more of a leisurely jog pheraps!

I recently saw my friend Joy’s facebook status read “Do something that scares you every day”. I think running a marathon on the South/North Korean border fits right into that category, don’t you??

Where in the World…

5 Sep

Sometimes as I lie in my new bed, in my new room in a brand spanking new apartment block, it’s easy to forget where I am. From the minute You  step outside the door of your 21 storey apartment complex you are gently reminded EXACTLY where in the world I am. I have become so used to seeing soldiers everywhere that I have simply forgotten to right about them in my blog.

I am living in Munsan, which is a city only 20 minutes from the boarder with North Korea. Munsan is the last stop on the train line. If you go any further, and as far as I know only freight trains do, you will find yourself in the depths of a ravaged nation. A country that has been totally cut off from the outside world, has a secretive government and a nation that has been struck down with famine. Today, due to the government’s secretive nature and its reluctance to allow in foreigners, North Korea is considered the world’s most isolated country.

Soldiers on the Train line that operates from the North Korean city of Kaesong, to Munsan, in the South.

 Soldiers are everywhere in Korea. At the moment I am sitting in a PC Bang, which is like an internet cafe except I’m the only person actually online, everyone else is playing computer games. I am also the only girl and the only perosn not in camoflage uniform! There are probably about 20 soldiers in here, as always.

When I walk down the street in Munsan, you see soldiers everywhere, just going about everyday life. AS we are so near to North Korea, there are lots of high fences with barbed wire and look out posts, a lot of which it must be said are no longer in use. But the soldiers remain.

A South Korean Soldier checking the barrier, just north of Munsan.

Of the three tunnels between North and South that were discovered in the last 30 years, one of them, the third infiltration tunnel, ends only 12km North of Munsan. I’m hoping to do a tour of the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) next weekend, where you actually get to go down into the tunnels and experience it first hand. The tunnel is about 1,600 m long and about 150 m below ground.  It is apparently designed for a surprise attack on Seoul from North Korea, and can easily accommodate 30,000 men per hour along with light weapons!! Eeeep.

Third infiltration tunnel, DMZ near Munsan.

Kickin’ it in Geumchon…

3 Sep

“I see white people, they walk around like everyone else…they don’t even thought that they’re white!!”

On thursday I met up with 2 other couchsurfers and English teachers in Geumchon for dinner. I thought it was just going to be the 3 of us, so you can imagine my surprise when I walked into this cute little Vietnamese Restaurant to see….25 white/foreign people!! It’s funny, but after just meeting Korean people and people who just speak Korean for nearly 2 weeks it was  awesome to be able to have a proper conversation with someone who speaks fluent English! The group are all teaching English in and around Paju and meet up every Wednesday night for dinner. They even have a facebook group called the ‘Geumchon Massive’, so you can check out what sort of fun things they have planned!!

I made friends with 4 girls who live in my city and 2 others who like 2 stops away on the train. I arranged to meet up with Jo, a Canadian Cser and fellow English teacher, on Friday night so we could go partying in Hongdae together with a froup of Seoul CSers. It turned out to be a total disaster though as neither of us had phones or internet acces to contact eachother so wires were crossed and we never met in the end, which involved me travelling all the way to Seoul by myself  and getting lost again! I still had fun though and met a group of 9 CSers and got to experience Seoul nightlife at its best which is nothing short of MAD.

In Korea you cannot buy a phone without your ‘Alien Registration card’ . First you must get a full medical examination, then they will take your passport for a week or so (which is very frustrating!) and will finally process the ID card within 10 days.  Once you have your ARC you can then purchase a mobile phone. I must say it’s weird being referred to as an Alien or a foreigner all the time, but something I guess I’ll have to get used to!!

In Seoul it appears that the bars and trains seem to have some sort of partnership. All public transport out of Seoul stops at midnight. Which is when most people are out in the bars in the trendy area of Hongdae drinking their weekly pay cheque away. The bars start to close up around 6-7am which, conveniently enough, is just when the trains start running again! So if you want to party in Seoul, you must either cut your night short like Cinderella and be home at midnight or be in it for the long run and party ALL NIGHT LONG.

I came across this video on YouTube. It was made my 3 English Teachers living in Geumchon and is preeeeety hilarious!

The Love Shack…Yeahhh!

30 Aug

Since arriving in Korea, the school put me in a local motel as my apartment was not ready to move it to (read:not finished being built yet!!). What I may have not previously mentioned is the motel is actually a Korean ‘love Motel’ aka a Love Shack! Love Motels, as they are known, are aimed at young Korean couples who need to get away from the prying eyes of their protective parents. Rooms are rented per night or…in 2 hour slots!

Love motels give guests an awful lot of things for such a small price; some rooms are themed with love hearts and mini jacuzzis, stripper poles and boxes of free movies,while the more basic (like mine) will still include a mini fridge with some beers, a water cooler, a HUGE Flatscreen TV, DVD player, a PC and ummm a wall sized mirror covering pretty much half the room!

When entering a love motel, that is if you get past the flashing neon signs and fake pot plants, u are gauranteed privacy and anonimity as the reception is hidden by this huge dark screen with just a tiny hole where you exchange money for a room key, only ever seeing the person hands throughout the transaction.

Considering I am the only person that seems to be staying longterm (this is my 12th night…probably some sort of record!) and the fact that I am alone in my room, I don’t care whatsoever about being anonymous. So…every day when I come into the motel I bend right down, stick my head through the tiny opening in the screen and say a big “An Nieun ah say yooooooo” (How are things?) to whoever is working, and they always return it with a giant smile probably thinking, “Crazy foreigner!”.

Tomorrow I move into my swanky new apartment (to be read: one roomed studio with tiny,winy kitchen unit..!) so tonight I bid farewell to my little love shack, it’s been fun. Sort of!

Have you ever stayed in a ‘Love Motel’? Would love to hear your stories!

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