This week was the first week of the new Korean school year. Lena is now in the King Sejong 7-year-old class at Leaders Feinschule.
In case you are wondering why she is in the 7-year-old class, when she is actually only 5 years old, let me briefly explain the Korean age system…
In Korea, age is calculated slightly differently than elsewhere. When you are born, you are 1 year old, and you then add a year at each subsequent New Year. So, a baby born in December 2017 would today be “2 years old.” I’ve read several accounts explaining all this, with some differences. Some say they are simply including the gestation period in age calculation, some say they are counting “years involved” in your life (so those born in January 2017 and December 2017 would both count 2017 as a year in their age), some say you add a year on New Year’s Day (January 1), and some say you add a year on Lunar New Year. I imagine it’s a little bit of all that. This age calculation system is a traditional system that originated in China, so they originally added a year on Lunar New Year (remember the ddeok soup I discussed last year?). But now you can just use New Year’s Day, if you’re including calendar years involved in your life as part of your age calculation. Nobody really knows why Koreans still use this system when everybody else has since abandoned it (even North Korea supposedly stopped using it in the 1980’s). While the international age system is used officially in South Korea for government documents, legal restrictions and the like, traditional Korean age is still used in school and in most other situations. Aside from that explanation, I mostly want to use this post to brag about Lena’s school. I just love this little school! It’s not that big, but they do so many interesting things and the education is very good, especially considering the fact that it is basically just a preschool or daycare.
Preschools in Korea are called 어린이집 (eorinijib), literally, “children’s house.” They have toddlers up to 7-year-old kids at the school, after which children enter the local elementary school. They follow the Korean school calendar, beginning classes in March and ending in February, with various breaks and holidays along the way. When Lena started at Leaders in January 2017, she was 4 and she entered a 5-year-old class for two months until the new school year started in March. She spent this last year in the 6-year-old Plato class with about 20 other students. There are a similar number of students in her class this year, as well. At first, I only sent her a few days a week, then last fall, when she would have been entering a kindergarten class, I began sending her every day, but shorter days. Now I’m sending her full time, same as if she was attending the international school. I should note, also, the reasons I’m not sending her to the international school, even though it would be much, much easier for us as a family if we did (due to different schedules). Initially, it was cost. The company only pays for education kindergarten and up, and the international school costs more per semester than I paid for four years at university (90’s pricing, not today’s pricing). By the time we could have switched her over, Lena was really enjoying her school and had friends there. Plus, her Korean was progressing well, since she’s prime age to learn a second language, and that’s a priority of mine. Leaders has an English language program for the Korean kids,* so Lena is actually learning to spell and read English. I didn’t realize this until last fall, when I thought, “Oh, she’s kindergarten now, I should teach her to read.” We sat down to read a book, but she read the whole thing to me, so… yeah, not a worry.
Leaders uses a variety of curriculum programs with input from parents. Since I don’t know the programs, I didn’t vote on them, but I’m pretty darn happy with what she’s learning. They study math, science, Korean/Hangul, English, society, art, etc, etc. All the usual subjects. Lena has a ballet class once a week, a music class once a week (last year they learned to play ukulele and drums), PE class once a week, a yoga-type class called “right figure” every other week. Once a month they have a cooking class in a special cooking classroom. During the summer, they got to swim in the basement pool, and the new PE teacher said they will have swimming lessons this year. They go on interesting field trips to plays, museums, and farms about once a month, and when the weather is nice they go on “forest walks” every Friday to experience nature. This January, they even had the kids perform song and dance numbers at the local cultural center. And during Korean holidays, the kids dress up in hanbok and play traditional games.
Lena’s teachers have all been incredibly sweet and helpful. They’re very accommodating of my lack of Korean (though this is all impetus for me to learn), and they do a good job of communicating regularly and sending pictures when the kids do fun things. Seriously, it’s such a nice little school. Unfortunately, there is one big problem with the school: summer break. Or, rather, the lack of a summer break. I’m honestly not yet sure what I’m going to do this summer, when Connery doesn’t have class but Lena does, because she’s not going to like that one bit. So, I can either take her out of school for two months, or I can find a bunch of programs to put the boy in. I’d prefer the latter, if I can find something that will help him learn more Korean, but I’m not sure if that exists. It’s going to take a bit more research before I can figure out what to do.
*Korea is in the midst of a debate about its English-language programs for young children. The Education Ministry passed a law in 2014 that banned after-school English classes for kids in 1st and 2nd grade. The law was challenged by students and parents at an elementary school in Seoul, but was upheld by the Constitutional Court. After a 3-year delay, the law went into affect last week. They also extended the ban to kindergartens and daycare centers, although that part of the ban has been delayed until next year. English classes officially begin in public school in the 3rd grade. There has been a huge outcry about this ban from parents and teachers. To start, thousands of Korean English-language teachers are losing their jobs. Secondly, the public after-school English classes were relatively affordable, around $50/month. Now, those who want their kids to learn English must put them in private schools that cost 4 times that much. In the highly competitive education environment that is Korea, this basically means that rich kids will get farther ahead and poor kids will suffer. There’s a lot of politics involved in all of this, between the previous and current governments, between public schools and private schools, and between nationalists and those who want to be internationally competitive. The law was based on “experts” who claim that learning two languages at a young age is too “stressful” and confusing to children, and “educators” who think they should focus on Korean proficiency first. I’m going to have to agree with the 71% of Korean parents and 68% of Korean elementary schools who think this ban is a dumb idea. Real experts, not politically leveraged ones, agree that the best time to learn a second language is before the age of 6-7, or maybe until age 10. By age 12, your brain is pretty much done forming and you lose out on the ability to grow extra synaptic connections. Waiting until grade 3, and then offering only an hour a week, isn’t going to do near as much as the programs they’re banning. And why should they care, anyway, when it’s such a popular program among schools and parents? It all smacks of nativism. And it reminds me of a story I read a few years ago about Chinese language immersion kindergartens in America. The Chinese government was helping fund them as part of its “China is awesome!” charisma campaign. They were your basic public kindergarten programs, but half the day was taught in English, and half was taught in Chinese. I thought it was a fabulous idea: if you can speak English and Chinese, you’ve got your foot in the door for a whole host of languages. Who wouldn’t want their kids to learn Chinese, especially if it was offered for free? Well, apparently, a bunch of people. “It’s America; our kids only need to learn English,” was a frequent reaction. I’m not going to mince my words here: those people are morons. In the era of the internet and globalization, our kids are going to be competing on a global scale. Being bilingual will give them a boost for a variety of future job opportunities. Plus, studies have shown that it’s easier for bilingual adults to learn a 3rd or 4th language than it is for monolingual adults to learn a 2nd language. And as for that “stressful and confusing” argument: I took my 4 year old English-speaking daughter and threw her in a Korean-language school with basically no life preserver. Yes, it was a bit stressful at first, but she didn’t burst into tears and run away to hide behind the playground equipment like my son did at his English-language school. New schools are stressful in any language, but kids are adaptable, and both of mine are doing great now. So pbhtth on that.
In the last post, I mentioned the problem of deforestation in Malaysia and Indonesia. To counter that depressing information, I thought I should share a success story: the reforestation of South Korea.
Koreans historically have had a strong cultural and religious connection to their forests and trees. The pine tree, in particular, represented steadfastness, strength, and longevity. Koreans used to hang pine tree branches over the entrance to their homes when a baby was born, to ensure the baby would grow as strong as the pine and live as long. The trees also provided a strong foundation for a hanok, a traditional Korean home.* The Geumgang pine tree was especially prized for its high wood density, and during the Joseon era was only allowed to be used in royal palaces.
Very large and very old trees were believed by many Koreans to hold a character and personality all their own. I read a story about a village in our province with a 500+ year old tree that protects the village. According to villagers, young people prayed to the tree before leaving to fight during the Korean War; all those who prayed returned home unharmed. (The tree is one of many designated a national monument.) Unfortunately, Korean forests were largely damaged or destroyed during the first half of the 20th century. Today is Samil Day, a holiday commemorating Korean protests against the Japanese occupation. (I wrote a bit about it here.) The Japanese colonizers used Korea extensively for resources. Not only did they hunt all the tigers and seals to extinction, but they chopped down large swaths of forests – in addition to driving metal spikes into the mountains to “kill the mountain spirits” and demoralize Koreans. The Japanese were jerks. There’s a reason Koreans were outraged over Joshua Cooper Ramo’s comment at Pyeongchang.
Forests were further degraded during the Korean War and by Korean citizens who needed fuel for cooking and heating during their time of extreme poverty. By 1955, forest cover in Korea had dropped to 35% of land area. For reference, around 70% of Korean land is mountain and 22% is used for agriculture. In some regions, the denuded mountains had such badly eroded soil that they looked like sand dunes. Landslides and flooding became big problems.
To tackle these problems, the Korean government started the Korea Forest Service** (KFS) in 1967 and created a number of policies to protect the forests, such as criminalizing illegal logging. In 1973, the government began the Forest Rehabilitation Project. The project had five phases, each scheduled for 10 years, though some phases were completed early. The planning and effort that went into the reforestation project was incredible. I won’t describe the entire process here, but this video shows how much work it took to restore the most severely denuded and eroded mountains.
The reforestation effort was helped along by many factors: the economy of South Korea was improving; people began moving to urban areas; the country began to use coal for energy rather than firewood; President Park Chung-hee made tree planting a patriotic issue (“If you love your country, plant trees!”); Korean community-oriented culture; and Koreans’ view of mountain forests as sacred places. South Koreans have planted around 11 billion trees since 1973. Though the national government directed efforts, much of the work was done at a local level. Villagers were encouraged to grow saplings to sell for the reforestation efforts, and communities would organize tree-planting events.
Because of the reforestation project, today 64% of Korea’s land is covered in forests. It brings an estimated $103 billion dollars (US) a year in “ecosystem services and products,” according to the KFS. Another analysis I read described these economic benefits as water benefits, carbon sequestration and air quality improvements, erosion control, forest-based recreation, and other benefits. (I’ll talk more about the “forest-based recreation” in a later post.) The KFS has continued to develop a sustainable forest management system that it can share with other countries facing deforestation (like Indonesia). In fact, I’ve read in several places about different reforestation projects Korea is involved with overseas. I tried to find a summary of those projects, but there are just a ton of them, apparently. South Korea is working with the UN’s Convention to Combat Desertification and with the Intergovernmental Platform on Biodiversity and Ecosystem Services. The Korean government started the Asian Forest Cooperation Organization (with ASEAN) and the KFS began the Forest Ecosystem Restoration Initiative. They also have bilateral partnerships with over 30 countries to help combat deforestation and desertification, and apparently have scientists working to preserve and/or improve the DNA of native tree species.
Today, when we drive around Korea, I’m always struck by the beautiful mountains and forests (coming from the desert, as I do). They are especially beautiful in the rainy season, when mist sits in the crooks and valleys. I sincerely hope that more countries follow Korea’s example of sustainable land management and forest restoration.***
*We stayed in a hanok in January. I will post more about that soon.
**The KFS tagline on their website is “Come nestle in the bosom of our green forest.” I love it. ***China has made some impressive gains in their reforestation efforts, and they’ve spent the billions to prove it. In recent years, they’ve reforested areas that are the combined size of New York and Pennsylvania, and have plans to replant an area the size of Ireland this year. While there are some questions about biodiversity and shifting deforestation to other countries by instead importing lumber to China, it is definitely a step in the right direction. Removing presidential term limits, on the other hand, is definitely a step in the wrong direction.
Happy Belated Pepero Day! Yesterday was Pepero Day here in South Korea – a holiday, like many holidays, devoted to sweets. What is Pepero? Pepero is a chocolate-covered pretzel stick candy snack made by Lotte Confectionery, a division of Lotte Group (one of the country’s powerful chaebols*). It is similar to Japan’s Pocky snack. In fact, it’s a bit too similar. Pocky debuted in the 1960’s, and in 1983 Lotte began selling Pepero. Ezaki Glico (makers of Pocky) tried to sue Lotte for stealing their product – something Lotte insists it did not do – but since Pocky was not available in South Korea at the time, apparently they were unable to do this. (They have since found other excuses to sue Lotte, however.) Things became even more maddening for Glico when, according to Lotte’s marketing ploy legend, two Korean schoolgirls exchanged boxes of Pepero on November 11 in hopes of becoming tall and thin, like a Pepero stick. November 11 was chosen because it looks like a bunch of Pepero sticks: 11/11.
Somehow, this Pepero gift exchange caught on and spread throughout Korea. Lotte naturally jumped on this opportunity, and in 1997 began marketing Pepero Day as a kind of Valentine’s Day for more than just couples (though it’s pretty couple-oriented, as well). And it worked! Today, Lotte Confectionery makes half its annual sales on Pepero Day. All the major department stores and grocery chains put up Pepero Day displays, and K-pop stars hawk the candy in posters and advertisements.
Glico was… let’s say, annoyed. They invented the candy, but did not get to enjoy either their own product holiday or the ballooning sales that came with it. (I like to imagine some Glico executive snapping Pepero in his fingers and throwing them down on a boardroom table before a bunch of sheepish minions, but, being Japan, it’s doubtful this would occur.) So, Glico decided to make it happen. They began heavily advertising “Pocky and Pretz Day” in Japan (Pretz is Pocky’s naked cousin) in a veritable media blitz. Think: Doki Doki Pocky Roulette; Pocky Rockets; national dance contests; skydivers dropping giant Pocky onto a target on the ground… They even promoted several social media stunts and wound up putting themselves in the Guinness Book of World Records for “Largest Online Photo Montage of Cookies/Biscuits” and “Most Mentions of a Brand Name on Twitter in 24 Hours.” Some believe, in an ironic twist of the you-steal-we-steal Pepero vs Pocky Day rivalry, that Pocky Day in Japan only became popular because the Korean Wave** had made Japanese people familiar with Pepero Day. Oh, well. Profits are profits, and everybody wants an excuse to eat candy, right?
*A chaebol is one of the family-run business conglomerates that traditionally enjoyed government support and a near-untouchable status in South Korea. (I’ll try to post more about them later.) Lotte is the country’s 5th largest conglomerate. Its empire spans everything from candy and beer to department stores and hotels, and its founding and ruling family is currently involved in so. much. drama. Founder and 94-year-old patriarch Shin Kyuk-ho was ousted by his younger son in 2015. Older son and heir apparent Shin Dong-joo has been feuding with his younger brother over control of the company since Shin Dong-bin usurped chairmanship after successfully expanding Lotte. When their feud became public the government began investigating the group, and last March all three Shins were indicted for tax evasion, financial scams, and embezzlement. Oh, and sister was already in jail for embezzlement and breach of trust. **”Korean Wave” refers to the spreading popularity of Korean culture around Asia and the world, thanks to trendy K-pop girl/boy bands and K-dramas. I once read that it was actually a government scheme to gain support for South Korea, since they needed regional goodwill on their side due to the ongoing conflict with North Korea. And lastly… which is better? Pocky or Pepero?
One weekend in July, we took a trip up to Seoul with my parents to do a little sightseeing. It was the rainy season, so we had to change our plans a little bit, but what we did in the end was probably more interesting than our original plans.
We took the subway to City Hall to see Seoul Plaza and Deoksugung Palace. When we emerged from below, we found ourselves in the middle of a protest rally at Daehanmun Gate (the entrance to the palace). The gate is apparently a popular spot for political protests. This particular rally was for a far-right group, which seems to support U.S. troops and a more hawkish stance with the North.
[Side note: Trump’s visit to Korea this week was met with protests by those who are against the U.S. President and possible war with the North – along with a small number of pro-U.S. protests – though all protests were banned in many parts of downtown Seoul as the government enforced “security zones” around the President’s Blue House and the National Assembly.]
The issue of political protests in Korea is complicated and I could do an entire post on it, but suffice to say Koreans have a long history of protest. Since at least 1919 with the March 1st Movement against Japanese colonizers, Koreans have found public demonstrations to be an effective way to push back against their government. Oftentimes, such protest can be dangerous – as when the Japanese military gunned down unarmed students, or when the Korean military gunned down unarmed students – but that seems not to deter people. Millions of Koreans turn out regardless. When we first arrived last year, Korea was in the middle of mass protests against then-president Park Geun-Hye (the “candlelight revolution”). Because protests are so common, they are well-organized and sometimes even family-oriented. Aaron’s coworker took his son to one of the anti-Park protests, saying he wanted to teach him how to do it right. Besides, he said, “At least this time, they won’t be throwing tear gas canisters at us.”
We didn’t stay long at the Daehanmun protest, and I’m not certain what was said, but there were speeches and some singing and a lot of flag (American and Korean) waving. Since the area immediately in front of the gate was pretty busy, we decided to skip a visit to the palace.
Wandering instead over to Seoul Plaza, we happened upon a fair put on by the Seoul Metropolitan Government. There were booths and a stage and some kind of raffle going on… the usual fair activities. The kids insisted on visiting the “learn how to use a fire extinguisher” booth, and some guy let Lena loose with an extinguisher until she smoked out the place.
Dad declared it all to be far more interesting than a museum.
But the next day, we went to a museum anyway. The War Memorial of Korea was built in the early 90’s on the former site of the Korean army headquarters in Yongsan, Seoul. It commemorates the wars of Korea, and in particular the Korean War. Thousands of items from Korea’s military history are displayed – including numerous tanks, aircraft, rockets, boats, and vehicles – along with a memorial to the Korean and U.N. soldiers who died during the war.
It is probably one of the most impressive museums/memorials I have ever seen. The grounds are vast and beautiful. The building is enormous and beautiful. There are sooo many items, and I don’t know why but I just find it really impressive to see so many full-sized vehicles inside a building. They have everything from a Turtle Ship replica to Kim Il-sung’s limousine. We only had a few hours to wander around the museum and grounds, but I could have taken longer. Even the kids enjoyed climbing all over the jeeps and tanks.
If you’re ever in Seoul, I highly recommend a visit.
We finished up our visit to Seoul with a day at Lotte World, a theme park right in the middle of Seoul and the other major Korean theme park aside from Everland. The highlight for me is the fact that most of it is indoors (useful on rainy days, as it was on our visit). Cramming all that “fun” into one big space is really quite impressive (you could almost high-five people going past on the roller coaster). The other part of the park is outdoors on a island in a lake. Unfortunately, due to the downpour, we could not visit this part of the park. It was fairly empty when we first arrived, but by the afternoon it was full of high schoolers in uniform wandering about in groups. I wouldn’t mind returning sometimes, and I’m sure the kids wouldn’t, either.
Monday was Hangul Day, the day that commemorates the creation of Hangul (or Hangeul), the Korean script.
As an English speaker, I’m guessing that this…
안녕하세요? 초콜릿 먹실래요?
Looks to you like this…
gobbledygookgobbledygookgobbledygook
But, in fact, what you are looking at is one of the most clever writing systems ever created by humans. (And please note that I am speaking about the writing system only; Korean itself is a beast of a language, what with its multiple levels of formality and honorifics, need for contextualization,* and “feelings” instead of hard and fast grammar rules.**)
Why is Hangul so clever?
Well, first, because it is a created script – a scientifically created script, no less. Unlike most language writing systems, which evolved over time, Hangul was created in one go, specifically for the Korean language. Every sound has its own character and it’s consistent. None of this “through = thru” crap English speakers have to worry about, or “do I pronounce the H in herb?” kind of problems.
Second, because it was specifically created to be easy to learn.
A little history before I explain the technicalities…
In the early 1400’s, Korean was written using a mishmash of Chinese (derived) characters called hanja and various native phonetic characters. This is similar to Japanese today, which is a mix of kanji (Chinese characters) and hiragana/katakana (phonetic characters). About 70% of Japanese words and 65% of Korean words originally come from Chinese (in Korean, they are known as Sino-Korean words) and can be written with Chinese characters. But the problem with Chinese characters is that they are difficult to learn — they are not intuitive and require lots of time to memorize. In 15th century Korea, only a small, elite class of scholars were literate because of this.
Then came King Sejong the Great, fourth monarch of the Joseon dynasty. Sejong did a lot of amazing things to secure his country and make life better for its people. He overlooked class when choosing skilled people for various jobs (much to the distaste of elites), he promoted science and literature, he strengthened the military, he reformed taxes on farmers to ease their burden and create a surplus of rice for the poor… he was very much a forward-thinking person. But probably his greatest achievement was the creation of Hangul.
Together with his son and a small group of scholars (though some argue he did it himself, as he was an accomplished writer), Sejong sought to create a writing system that would be easy for the vast number of illiterate farmers and peasants to learn. The Hangul alphabet was finalized in 1443, and its date of publication in 1446 with a manual called Hunmin Jeongeum (“Proper Sounds for the Instruction of People”) is today celebrated as Hangul Day.
Regarding ease of learning, the Hunmin Jeongeum claimed, “A wise man can acquaint himself with them before the morning is over; a stupid man can learn them in the space of ten days.” I can testify from experience that this is true. Before moving to Korea, I put a really plain app on my phone that teaches you the letters, along with their sounds, then quizzes you. I was reading basic words within a couple days of using the app for just 20 minutes at bedtime. I often had no idea what the word meant, but since a lot of English words appear in Korean everyday use (especially in chain restaurants), just knowing Hangul helped tremendously.***
Let’s take a little detour to introduce letters.
Don’t ask me about tense or aspirated consonants, because I cannot hear a bit of difference between them. They are supposed to be stressed or emphasized or go up in pitch or have more force of air behind them or something like that, but they all come out of my mouth the same. 방 (“bang”) and 빵 (“bbang”) are both “bahng” to me.
Letters are combined into “blocks” to create a syllable. Blocks must contain either a vowel with the placeholder ㅇ before it (vowels cannot be first in a block) or a consonant plus a vowel. Blocks usually have 2-3 letters, but can have up to 4-5 (full disclosure: I hate the 4-letter blocks). These blocks can be words or combined to make words.
So 사 “sa” + 람 “ram” = 사람 “saram,” which means person. (사 is also the Sino-Korean number for 4, but numbers are a subject for another day.)
Go ahead and try making your name from the letters above. Mine is 메간. Lena is 리나. Jennifer is 제니퍼. And Robert is 로버트.
Easy, right?
Well, okay, there’s more to it than that. In fact, there’s a whole lot of fancy linguistic terms used for why this system was well designed. I won’t bother with all that, but one fun example of Hangul’s clever design is this: the shape of the letters were meant to be memory cues. Consonants mimic the position of a person’s tongue in the mouth when it is making that sound.
And vowels were designed as horizontal and vertical lines representing earth and human, and the little lines that jut off to the side were originally dots, representing sky. This not only helps make vowels easily distinguishable from consonants, but also represents a yin/yang philosophy of darkness and light. Vowels pointing up or to the right (ㅗ and ㅏ) are light and those pointing down or to the left (ㅜ and ㅓ) are dark. Light vowels combine with other light vowels, and dark vowels combine with other dark vowels, something known as vowel harmony (the Korean language already had strong vowel harmony). In Korean, words with “dark” vowels tend to represent a darker or heavier meaning, compared to those with “light” vowels.
The publication of Hangul had the effect King Sejong intended. Within a relatively short time, a large number of Koreans could read it. That’s not to say Hangul didn’t have a rocky path to prominence, however. The literate elite opposed the new alphabet. Subsequent (less benevolent) kings did not like peasants putting up posters mocking them, so banned the script. Its use came and went over the centuries, usually still mixed with hanja. It wasn’t until the late 1800’s that Hangul was used in an official capacity. And it wasn’t until the 1980’s that hanja began to fade from use. Today, almost all written text in South Korea is in Hangul. (North Korea switched to Hangul at its founding after the war.)
Hanja is still taught in schools here, and there are those who wish to bring it back. Personally, I think that would be stupid. Why take such a fabulous and well-designed writing system and replace it with something unnecessarily difficult and unsuitable. I’m all for maintaining traditions, but some traditions we just don’t need anymore.
*Koreans don’t really use a lot of pronouns; you just kind of have to understand what is being discussed by context. “You,” for example, is 당신 “dangshin.” But even though this is the only word for “you,” it is considered to be overly aggressive, so you’re not supposed to use it unless you’re looking for a fight.
“Well, what if we want to refer to something that belongs to you? Like, ‘your baby’? ‘As in, Your baby is cute,'” we asked our language instructor.
Teacher: “Just say, ‘baby is cute.'”
Aaron: “What if there are two babies? And one is ugly, but yours is cute. I want to say your baby is cute.”
Teacher: “You would never do that. Never. All babies are cute.”
Aaron: “But…”
Teacher: “NO. All babies are cute.”
**While there are many specific grammar rules for Korean, there also are a whole lot of phrases and sentences that are composed a certain way for seemingly no particular reason. I would often ask our language teacher if “xyz” was correct, and she would say, “No… that doesn’t sound right, you should say ‘abc,'” even though there didn’t seem to be any particular rule against “xyz.” Or I would ask her why something must be said a certain way, and her response was, “Well, it just doesn’t sound right.”
At first, I thought it was just me, but I recently read an article in which a native English-speaker university professor who lives in Korea discussed arguments with his Korean teacher over phrases that “just don’t feel right,” even though the teacher could not explain why.
***Learning Hangul is so easy, I believe it lulls one into a false sense of ability when it comes to learning the Korean language. The script can be read in a day or two; to understand its meaning takes years. The U.S. Foreign Service Institute lists Korean as a Category V learning difficulty for English-speakers (the hardest category, requiring 88 weeks to learn). Spanish, by contrast (the language I studied all through school) is Category I (24 weeks).
Everybody is slowly getting back into the swing of things after an extra-long holiday season here in Korea. This last week had three public holidays in a row: Foundation Day on the 3rd, Chuseok from the 4th to the 6th, and Hangul Day on the 9th. Not long after President Moon took office, he declared Monday October 2nd a holiday also, giving Koreans a rare 10-day holiday.
One of President Moon’s stated goals for office was to help improve Koreans’ work-life balance. South Korea has some of the longest working hours in the world. The government only instituted a 5-day workweek in the early-2000s, and President Moon wants to drop working hours from a maximum of 68 hours per week to 52 hours. Some people also want more flexible leave time, so workers aren’t forced to take only public holidays, when travel fares are much higher.
The government’s other goal for the long holiday was to boost domestic spending. The Korean economy has taken a bit of a hit lately due to (1) China’s “unofficial sanctions” against South Korea in protest of the THAAD deployment, (2) America threatening to undo its trade deal with South Korea, and (3) America threatening to start a war with North Korea (which, of course, would inevitably lead to much destruction here). Early figures suggest it worked. Record numbers of Koreans traveled domestically (and internationally) and store sales were up for the period.
Unfortunately, due to my now-recovering broken ankle, we were unable to travel this week. (I enjoyed, with an admittedly small tinge of jealously, all the pictures of our friends’ adventures abroad during this time.) Despite becoming free of the cast, I was still on crutches at the start of the holiday period, and even now cannot walk for too long without it aching and swelling. I thought maybe we could do some day trips around the area, but Aaron instead decided to work throughout the week and move his holiday time to Christmas so we can take a longer home leave in December. In the end, the kids and I spent the week lounging at home, watching movies, playing games, and generally doing nothing productive.
We planned to visit Oktoberfest at the German village on Namhae Island last Saturday, but got a late start. After encountering too much traffic, we decided to abort and try again Sunday at an earlier time (I didn’t want to miss out on the parking lot/shuttle and have to walk for miles). We went instead to Yongdu park to enjoy the beautiful weather and let the kids run around. I was rather surprised with how well I did walking. There’s not a flat path in Korea; this place is all mountains and hills and their paths are decades old, if not older (paving over donkey trails, so to speak). But the next day I had to pay the price (I’m sorry, ankle!!), so Oktoberfest was out. Oh, well. I can’t drink beer right now anyways, and the kids didn’t even care.
A note about Chuseok…
Along with Seollal (Lunar New Year), Chuseok (“Autumn Eve”) is one of the most important holidays in Korea. Also known as Korean Thanksgiving, Chuseok is a harvest festival. As with Seollal, Koreans return to their hometown to gather with family, honor their ancestors in a memorial service called charye, wear traditional clothes, eat traditional food, and play traditional games. Being a harvest festival, however, Chuseok involves freshly harvested rice and other foods.
The extent to which we could celebrate Chuseok was my buying a bag of frozen songpyeon at the grocery store. Songpyeon is the food of Chuseok, and families would traditionally make it together on Chuseok eve. What is it? … Delicious is what it is!
Songpyeon are rice cakes filled with sweet beans and nuts and shaped into adorable little balls. Sometimes the rice flour is colored for variety (e.g., purple with blueberries). After being stuffed and shaped, the songpyeon are steamed on a bed of pine needles to impart a pine-y flavor. Our frozen Peacock Brand songpyeon unfortunately lacked the pine-yness of fresh songpyeon, but they were nonetheless nummy.
At school, Lena got to make and eat her own songpyeon. Her class also dressed in their adorable little hanbok and visited the local cultural center to play traditional games. I really want to post a photo of them all posing at the center because they are so darn cute, but I’m not sure about the social/legal norms of posting photos with other peoples’ children. (Although, given the fact that the playplace lady used a photo of Lena in the ballpit as her KakaoTalk profile pic for awhile, Koreans may not be picky about these things…)
Today is Gaecheonjeol, Festival of the Opening of Heaven (lit. “Opening Sky Day”), also known as National Foundation Day. Gaecheonwas the day, according to Korean legend, when Hwanung, the son of the Lord of Heaven, descended to live upon the earth in 2457 BC. On the same day in 2333 BC, his son Dangun established the first Korean state of Gojoseon. Originally, it was celebrated on the 3rd day of the 10th lunar month, but has since been fixed on October 3. Gaecheonjeol was designated a national holiday in 1909.
When Hwanung came to earth, he brought with him a few thousands followers and founded the city of Sinsi (“City of God”) on the sacred mountain Baekdu.
Baekdusan is the highest mountain on the Korean peninsula. It is an active volcano with a lake (Heaven Lake) in the caldera at the top of the mountain. Today, Baekdusan is dissected by the border between North Korea and China. Some Koreans claim that Japanese colonizers gave away their sacred territory to the Chinese when establishing boundary lines, and there have been disputes about the border for decades. However, South Korean tourists are able to visit the mountain today because they can access it from the Chinese side.
Once on earth, Hwanung taught humans laws, morals, arts, medicine (e.g., acupuncture), and how to grow food.
In a cave on the mountain lived a tiger and a bear. Every day, they prayed to Hwanung that they might become human. Having heard their prayers, Hwanung called the animals before him. He gave them each 20 cloves of garlic and a bundle of mugwort, and commanded them to eat only this sacred food and to stay out of sunlight for 100 days. If they did this, he would make them human.
The animals returned to their cave. However, the tiger soon grew hungry and impatient and left the cave. Only the bear remained. On the 21st day, the bear transformed into a beautiful woman. Her name was Ungnyeo. She was grateful to Hwanung, and gave him offerings of thanks.
But people avoided the bear-woman, and over time she became lonely. Sitting beneath a sacred sandalwood tree, she prayed to Hwanung that she might have a child. Moved by her sincerity, Hwanung decided to answer her prayers by making himself human and taking Ungnyeo as his wife. Together they had a son, Dangun Wanggeom.
Dangun succeeded his father as a wise and powerful ruler. (Personally, I think it helps to have “Grandson of God” and “Child of a Bear” on your resume for such a position.) He founded a mythical walled city called Asadal that marked the beginning of the Gojoseon Kingdom – the first of many kingdoms on the Korean peninsula.
*South Korean photographer Ahn Seung-il has been photographing Baekdusan for decades. Frustrated that he could only take pictures from the Chinese side of the mountain, he wrote a letter to Kim Il-sung in 1995 asking for permission to visit the North Korean side and delivered it to the North Korean embassy in China. He told “Dear Brother Kim” to not let only Japanese or foreign photographers take pictures of Baekdusan, but a Korean such as himself who understood the soul of the mountain. He has twice held photo exhibitions in Pyongyang. “When political exchanges were almost non-existent,” he said, “we had a few in the field of photography.”
We took our second R&R to visit Malaysia and Singapore. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time to visit any place in Malaysia outside of Kuala Lumpur, but maybe we’ll have an opportunity in the future. I last visited KL in 2001. It’s quite a different place today. There are so many more high-rises and in every direction you look something is under construction. Like Thailand, Malaysia is a newly industrialized country, and it’s on the fast track to becoming a fully “developed nation” very soon. First, a bit of history, because that’s my thing… The Malay peninsula sits next to a pretty important sea lane, so it’s been hot property for centuries. It has been exposed to foreign trade and cultures, and a variety of religions held sway for various periods of time. Hinduism, Buddhism, and Taoism dominated for awhile, but Islam took hold around the 14th century. Today, Islam is the official religion of Malaysia, though the country is fairly multicultural, so only around 60% of its citizens actually practice Islam.
During the colonial era, Malaysia was claimed first by the Portuguese in 1511, then the Dutch in 1641, and then, in 1824, the Anglo-Dutch Treaty divvied up the “Spice Islands,” giving Malaysia to the British (“British Malaya”) and giving what is now Indonesia to the Dutch. Singapore was founded by the British as a trade colony a few years earlier, in 1819. During WWII, Japan invaded the peninsula and occupied Malaya and Singapore from 1942 till 1945. Like so many of Britain’s colonies after the war, Malaya decided that it wanted independence. However, this was a complicated matter due to ethnic tensions within the colony. The British had brought Chinese and Indian laborers into Malaya over the previous century, and they wanted equal status to ethnic Malays in the new state. To further complicate the issue, the (Chinese) Malaysian Communist Party – which was a key player in the anti-Japanese resistance force (read: well-armed veterans) – decided to begin guerrilla operations against the British to force them out. In response, the British government began the “Malayan Emergency,” a counter-insurgency campaign that lasted from 1948 to 1960. Ultimately, the British claimed success, although their granting independence to Malaya in 1957 was the Communist Party goal all along. In 1963, the colonies of Singapore, Sarawak, and North Borneo joined the independent Federation of Malaya to create the new country of Malaysia. But the state of Singapore, with its majority ethnic Chinese population, had too many disagreements with the federal government and race riots broke out between Chinese and Malay citizens in Singapore. Finally, in 1965, Malaysia booted Singapore from the federation and Singapore became fully independent as the Republic of Singapore.
My previous memories of KL include: a cheap hostel/hotel with a mint green wall that exactly matched Jen’s favorite shirt; a community bathroom with too small doors; a guy walking down the street with a plastic machine gun making shooting noises at people; a lot of walking; walking through a crazy heavy tropical downpour; a massive bird park; delicious Malaysian curries; and shop keepers asking if we were locals because we wore conservative clothes. This time, my memories include: a couple super swanky malls with nothing I’d want to buy; a big Daiso; so many young, stylish people; Indian taxi drivers; a sketchy bird park; delicious foreign foods; fish foot cleaners; and Aaron’s crazy shirts. I didn’t realize when I booked our hotel that we were right in the middle of the fancy, new part of town (or at least one of the fancy new parts of town). So many high-rises, many of which were under construction, and right across the street was a huge mall.
We ventured into the mall, not knowing what it was, because Google maps promised a lot of non-Korean food. (I love Korean food, but as an American I’m accustomed to variety.) It turned out to be an always-crowded, very high-end kind of mall (i.e., the kind of mall I do not understand), and in the central rotunda a Chinese fashion show was in progress, which was admittedly interesting to watch.
We tried a few restaurants in the mall. The Indian place was disappointing. The Middle Eastern place was amazing (and packed with Middle Easterners). The American burger place was not the best. The local Starbucks didn’t have chai. I feel like we also ate at a Japanese curry place, but honestly it’s a blur. The one interesting part of the mall was “Tokyo Street” – an attempt at recreating a Japanese marketplace (or at least what people running a high-end mall would think a Japanese marketplace should look like). At the back of the street was a large Daiso, Japan’s dollar store. I love Daiso. So much fabulous and super cheap randomness, from Aaron’s specifically-sized drill bits to those little dolls that waggle in the sun to every size of Ziploc-esque plastic bag you can imagine to kawaii stickers for the kids to adorable chopsticks and sauce bowls. There’s stuff you don’t know you need, until you see it at Daiso and say, “Oh, my gosh! I’ve been wanting an egg mold!”
The next day, we visited Petronas Twin Towers. The 88-floor towers were the tallest buildings in the world when they were built in the late 90’s, and I believe they are still the largest twin towers in the world today. I remember, when Jen and I visited in 2001, standing on an elevated train station platform and looking across the city toward the twin towers. At the time, they seemed so huge and so lonely, standing above a not-yet fully developed, ex-colonial city. Today, they fit right in with other massive skyscrapers all over the place. In fact, a 77-story building is going in right next door.
At the base of the towers is Suria KLCC, another overpriced mall. Fitting with the theme is overpriced admission for the skybridge – a walkway that connects the two towers at the 41st and 42nd floors. Jen and I skipped the towers on our visit, but maybe we shouldn’t have; admission was free back then. Now I refuse to pay $20 per person for the privilege of having an acrophobic panic attack in a metal tube that’s not even going to take me anywhere. Instead, we wandered into the park out back, purported to hold one of the world’s largest outdoor playgrounds. The kids were pretty excited until we got there. It was… okay. Hot. Muggy. No drinking fountains. We didn’t stay long.
On day 3 we were off to the KL Bird Park. It claims to be the largest open-air aviary in the world. In my memories, Jen and I walked among peacocks and crested pigeons, while tropical birds flew around and trees poked through the netting dozens of feet above us. I also remember walking to this place. Retracing that path in a taxi, I have a newfound sense of respect for my old self. I’m going to pause a moment here, to briefly explain something about my husband. Aaron has a very keen sense of smell and a very keen immune response system. Very keen. He once sniffed a cup of yogurt Connery was eating and correctly determined the boy was sick. In fact, the reason I had him sniff the yogurt was because I thought it might be going bad, which Aaron can also ascertain from a sniff. (Don’t ask my why I was feeding my son questionable yogurt. Life is hard for a new mom.) Anyway, Aaron is my walking germ detector. And when we walked into the bird park and I heard him say, “Uh, oh,” I suspected we might not be staying long.
The place was sketchy as Hades. Bird crap everywhere. Broken paths and fences. Wounded and dead birds lying on the sidewalks. I texted Jen as we were walking around to ask if it was this bad when we visited, and she recalled it being pretty questionable.
Since we already paid the entrance fee, we decided to at least take a quick walk around the park. Near the back of the park, descending from a small hill, I noticed some construction work being done along the side of the pathway. Just when I was wondering what that odd powder covering the bricks was, I heard Aaron say, “It’s poison! RUN!” Without asking any follow-up questions, I grabbed the kids’ hands and started running down the path. “Go, kids! Go!!” “Why are we running?” yelled Lena. “It’s dangerous!” I said, still running. When we were finally a safe distance away from the offending powder, I asked Aaron what it was. “Huh? What powder?” “The white stuff.” “What are you talking about?” “The poison.” “Not poison, really. The water. That waterfall thing back there pouring water into this pond. It was covered with some kind of red scum bacteria and my immune system went crazy!” “…” Needless to say, we didn’t stay much longer. Aaron’s immune system insisted that we leave asap, so we power-walked our way to the exit and that was that.
From there, we went to the Central Market. Originally built in 1888, but remodeled to its current size in 1933, the market was saved from development demolition by the Malaysian Heritage Society. (Thank you, Heritage Society!) It’s a charming old building with many original Art Deco elements still in tact. Shop wares ranged from your standard touristy trinkets to fancy Indian rugs to Malaysian batik. We had some delicious teh tarik and nibblies at an adorable cafe, watched Aaron giggle like a madman at the Toothless Carp foot cleaning pool, bought some batik clothes for the kids, and bought some surprisingly daring (for an engineer) shirts for Aaron.
I would have liked to have more time to explore areas outside Kuala Lumpur. When Jen and I last visited, we stayed at some pretty fun little guesthouses in the smaller towns, and took a two hour (motorized) canoe ride into the rainforest where we hiked with leeches and swam through guano in bat caves. Good times. I hesitate to try that now, seeing as how my son throws up if you try to feed him ice cream that isn’t pink. I’ll wait till they’re a bit more adventuresome to do the guano cave thing. I was hoping at least to travel from KL to Singapore the same way Jen and I traveled from Singapore to KL back in the day: the overnight train. My kids would have loved it. Unfortunately, a train no longer runs directly between the two cities. When Jen and I did it, we got on the train in Singapore at the lovely old Art Deco colonial Tanjong Pagar train station (ca 1923). From there, we went straight up to the Kuala Lumpur train station (ca 1910), an equally gorgeous Neo-Moorish colonial building. Sadly, both of these stations have closed since then. We drove past the KL station; it looks as if it’s falling into disrepair and I don’t know if there are any plans for it. The Tanjong Pagar station is being reworked into community spaces and a park.
Interestingly, the reason for all this was because the land beneath Tanjong Pagar station, the 16 miles of tracks leading to it, and the land beneath the tracks were technically owned by Keretapi Tanah Melayu (KTM), Malaysia’s railway. It was as if your ex-wife left you the house, but still owned the floor under your dining room table and the path leading from it to the front door. Singapore hated it. The two countries squabbled about this arrangement for decades until finally reaching an agreement in 2010 that turned the land back over to Singapore.* If you want to take a train from Singapore to KL today, you must first take a taxi all the way to the northern border with Malaysia, take a shuttle train across the Causeway/border, take another taxi to the train station in Johor Bahru, and board there. Then, since Malaysia is in the process of upgrading all their railways, you can only take the train from Johor Bahru to Gemas, where you must switch to a train on the new lines to take you to KL. For us to do all this in reverse, from KL to Singapore, we’d have had to catch the 1:00 am train to make it by nightfall. Plus, it would all cost us a few hundred dollars. So what do most people do now? Obviously, they fly. Air Asia is $15 one way and it takes less than an hour.
I noticed something interesting on our flight down to Singapore (note: we didn’t actually fly Air Asia; they don’t exactly have the greatest safety record). Looking out the window, all I could see on the ground for miles and miles and miles were palm oil plantations. I’m not even exaggerating when I say it was nothing but palm oil trees, all packed in neat little rows, from directly beneath us to the horizon.
Palm oil is one of Malaysia’s biggest industries, accounting for 5-6% of GDP. Introduced from West Africa in the late 1890’s, palm oil trees were first commercially cultivated in 1917. In the 1960’s, the government pushed an expansion in palm oil as it tried to diversify from the British colonial industries of tin and rubber. Today, Malaysia is the world’s second biggest producer, just behind Indonesia; the two countries account for 90% of world supply. And demand is expected to continue increasing, because palm oil is cheap, clean enough to be considered for biodiesel, and versatile enough to be used in everything from bread to lipstick to detergent. It is the most produced oil in the world, just ahead of soybean (palm oil trees are 10 times more productive per unit area than soybean). Millions of hectares have been converted to palm oil plantations and hundreds of thousands of Malaysians depend on the industry. Its growth has lifted many Malaysians out of poverty. But there is a dark side. In converting jungle and forest to plantations, Malaysia (and especially Indonesia**) has decimated its biodiversity, threatening hundreds of thousands of animal species. Orangutan habitat in northern Borneo has been almost completely destroyed. Forest fires set to clear land for plantations in Indonesia have created serious air quality problems throughout the region (fires that spread out of control for months in 2015 created such a severe “haze” that it constituted a major public health crisis throughout all of Southeast Asia and cost Indonesia tens of millions of dollars to mitigate). Indigenous peoples have had land confiscated for plantations. Pesticides and herbicides are polluting water sources. And the palm oil industry is one of the worst in the world for use of slave and child labor. It looks like things are starting to improve, though, as the government is now tackling these problems and more people and businesses push for sustainably harvested palm oil. Malaysia has also pledged to keep at least 50% of its land covered in native forests (a recent estimate put it at 58% currently). Since they cannot expand their land, plantation owners are seeking new ways to improve the supply that comes from established trees.
Moving on to Singapore… I might have mentioned this before, but it’s difficult in Asia to find hotel rooms that accommodate 4 people. Most “family” rooms are for 3 people. Some accept babies and little kids for free in existing bedding, but my kids are now ageing out of that demographic. However, this issue occasionally leads me to fun and quirky hotels I might not have noticed otherwise. Such was the case with the Hotel Jen Tanglin in Singapore. What a great hotel! It was reasonably priced. Our room had a separate bedroom, a sofa bed, and a small kitchenette with a full-sized fridge they stocked with water and fruit cups. Plus, we paid a bit more to stay on the “club level,” which allowed access to the “club room” that provided a breakfast buffet every morning, afternoon munchies, and 24-hour coffee, tea, drinks, and cookies. The hotel’s pool was, interestingly, on the roof of the mall next door, and it also had a special covered bridge connecting the hotel to that mall. And, most importantly, it was close to the Botanic Gardens.
The Singapore Botanic Gardens is a 158-year-old UNESCO World Heritage Site. Founded in 1859 by an agri-horticultural group, the Gardens had a lasting impact upon Singapore and the region. Its first scientific director, Henry Nicholas Ridley,*** developed the means to harvest latex from rubber trees and also helped establish the rubber tree industry on the Malay Peninsula. The National Orchid Garden, within the Gardens’ grounds, is pretty much top everything when it comes to orchids.
I’ll spare you all the details of our visit. It was beautiful, but hot and exhausting. Having walked about a mile from our hotel to the Gardens, then through the Gardens, by the time we reached the Orchid Garden, I was… well, let’s just say, “a little hot and sweaty.” A far cry, to be sure, from the ladies fresh off the bus tour wearing cocktail dresses and heels. None of their makeup was puddled in sweat pools around their face.
Later that evening, we wanted to visit the Marina for dinner and a view of the Merlion. Unfortunately, we did not realize that Singapore was preparing for its National Day celebrations, and so was staging a National Day practice, which apparently is as fancy and spectacular (and heavily attended) as the actual National Day celebration. We couldn’t get anywhere near the Merlion. We arrived just after the fireworks, so security guards refused to let us even walk toward the water because the massive crowds were surging in our direction. With no other choice, we joined the crowds and walked back along the road we had just come down, until Hangry Meg forced us to stop at that place or that place – any place, it doesn’t matter, just get her some food. We took the MRT back to the stop closest our hotel, which was sadly not that close. Then we got lost trying to find a taxi (tired kids at 10:30 pm aren’t terribly interested in walking), but there were no taxis to be found, probably due to the celebrations. Finally, we walked into some random hotel lobby, thrust an exhausted and sweaty but still adorable little blue-eyed girl in their faces and said, “Please, sir, may I have a taxi?” After that, we switched to a hotel down on Sentosa to do some resort-y stuff amongst roaming peacocks and “monkey incursions.” Connery loved the cable cars that take you around Sentosa. LOVED them. He later declared it his favorite part of the trip.
We took one day to head back into town to visit Little India (I have fond memories of being there with Jen) and to visit the Marina for a harbor cruise and more delicious foreign foods. But other than that we chilled by the kiddie pool slides most of the time, watching the kids run up the rocks and go down the slides over and over and over again. It was definitely easier to do with a piña colada in hand.
Singapore has been pretty well developed for awhile now, so there wasn’t much difference between my last visit and now, except for a few new ostentatious buildings down by the Marina. Oh, and they moved the Merlion to a new location. So, that was it. If you’re still reading till now: Congratulations! …and thank you. 😊
*The last train out of Singapore was driven by Sultan Ibrahim Iskandar, ruler of Johor, whose great-grandfather, Sultan Ibrahim, opened the Causeway in 1923. In his article, “Why I drove the last train out,” Sultan Ibrahim Iskandar included this paragraph: “Besides trains, I fly jets, helicopters, and I sail my own yacht. I am never a boring person. Everything to me is a challenge. I always like to find something new to do. Every day, I look at the weather and think to myself, what should I do today?” …Seems like a humble dude. And, yes, Malaysia has sultans. It is a constitutional monarchy; technically, a federation of 13 states with a central government. They have a prime minister and an elected king running the federal government, but most of the states have hereditary monarchs. **One hundred years ago, 84% of Indonesia’s land was forested. A 2007 report by the U.N. analyzing the rate of deforestation in Indonesia estimated that the country will have cleared 98% of its forests by 2022. In fact, logging and forest burning has made Indonesia the third largest emitter of greenhouse gases, after the U.S. and China. Thankfully, the rate of destruction has slowed in recent years. In 2010, Norway gave Indonesia $1 BILLION to stop deforestation, and Indonesia responded by putting a moratorium on new plantations. The two are working together to combat corruption and to restore Indonesian peatlands. Norway also gave Brazil $1 billion to do something similar in the Amazon, which led to a 75% reduction in deforestation there. Dang, Norway. I’m sure it’s from your oil fund, so it’s all a little ironic, but still… good job. ***I can’t list every awesome thing this guy did, but suffice to say he kicked (science) bootie. By the time he died at 100 years old, he had written over 500 books and papers on biology, botany, and zoology. Plus, he got married for the first time at age 83 and was known as “Mad Ridley” because of his passion for rubber trees.
We had to make a quick trip to Seoul a couple weeks ago to get a few things at IKEA. To make the journey at bit more worth our time, we stopped for a day at Everland, Korea’s largest theme park.
Everland was originally a nature park – if my poor translation of a plaque in the park was correct – then was turned into a theme park in 1976 named “Farmland.” Lots of gardens and animals. Then more animals. Then a snow sled. Then more animals and more rides. And eventually big fancy rides and a water park and, as of last year, pandas.
It was, honestly, a fabulous place. It felt like Disneyland back in the day, before everything became too pricey and commercialized (Hyperspace Mountain? Really?). The park was huge, with a variety of things to do, much of which was kid-friendly – everything from a K-Pop hologram concert to Korea’s largest wooden roller coaster to pony rides (!!) to a safari drive. Tickets were reasonably priced at about $120 for the family (compared to $120 for 1 adult ticket at Disneyland). The food was reasonably priced and the things we ate were delicious (compared to Tokyo Disney, where we spent $30 for a palm-sized pizza and shrimp burger that were gross). There was a shaved ice stall on practically every corner, a beer garden (beer garden!), and, of course, churros galore.
The only downside was the lines. Lots of people, lots of lines. However, since Korea is not an early rising kind of place, you can enter the park when it opens at 10 am and knock out several rides before the crowds start showing up around noon. This was not the case in Japan – a country seemingly full of morning people – where Disneyland had a massive line of people waiting an hour before it opened at 8 am and all the Fastpasses were gone by 11 am.
Everland also had several thoughtful elements of convenience – something I’ve noticed is typical in Korea. For example, throughout Korea, bathrooms have special kid features, such as kid-height sinks and bathroom stalls with kid-sized toilet seats and even baby chairs on the wall with a five-point harness so the mom who is using a baby carrier has someplace to put baby. Everland sits on the side of a hill, with many sloping paths, so in addition to chair lifts and gondolas, there are several moving walkways to save you having to walk uphill.
They also still allow families to bring in practical items, like wagons and food coolers. We even saw one fellow standing on the back of a motorized wagon. I didn’t even know they made those.
So, I’m pretty sure we’ll be returning to Everland at some point, if for no other reason than the churros and beer.
The rice fields outside our window are slowly coming to life. Over the past month, farmers prepared and planted the fields. It’s been an interesting process to watch, because I know next to nothing about rice farming.
First, they flooded the fields, then tilled them. This seemed like an interesting order of events to me, but they obviously know what they’re doing. I also saw a guy walking through the sodden fields throwing around what had to be fertilizer.
It’s hard to see from our apartment, but a walk through the paddy fields revealed that they are, in fact, terraced. Each paddy is about 1-2 feet lower than the one east of it. Directly to the east of us in the mountains is an earthen dam blocking up a small river, and I presume the water is flowing from there, as there is a canal system all throughout the fields around us from the highway to beyond the lotus pond. There are very many earthen dams all over the mountains in this district, due to all the agriculture.
The rice plants were brought in on trucks and dropped along the edge of the fields until the field was ready to be planted. Apparently, rice seeds are planted in March or April in very wet seedbeds. They germinate and grow up thickly, like the grass of a lawn. However, they need more space to mature, so in May and June they are transported to the paddy fields and planted a foot apart in rows.
Historically, planting was done by hand, but today they have a special tractor that plants the rice. It’s called a Rice Transplanter. Unfortunately, I was never in a position to run down and take a closer photo when they were using it, but I wanted to because it is a fabulous little thing. The flats of rice plants are loaded onto an angled platform and gravity feeds them towards a row of spinning forks that grab each little plant and poke it down into the mud. It can plant about six rows at a time. Rice Transplanters were developed by the Japanese in the 60’s and are now fairly common in east Asia, where labor rates are high. This has to be better for the farmers, though, because so many of the old Korean ladies around here are very, very hunched over from years of working in the fields.
Agriculture in South Korea has long been dominated by rice. Koreans have been growing rice for thousands of years, and it even has helped shape Korean culture. Planting and harvesting rice requires the cooperation of an entire community, and some scholars argue that this is one reason why Confucianism, with its emphasis on social harmony, has been so prevalent in Korea.
Today, rice remains one of Korea’s biggest (and most government protected) crops. However, rice consumption is the lowest it’s ever been here, as industrialization and the need for convenience has increased demand for wheat (for bread, noodles, and pastries) and prepackaged foods. And even though there are tons of rice paddies around, I would not describe it as monoculture. Right in the middle of the rice paddies we can see are a couple of wheat fields. There is also barley, many fields of cabbage and onions and soybeans, some pepper and tomato fields, and some kind of fruiting trees I don’t recognize. Kiwis are also pretty common down near Samcheonpo.
The whole planting process definitely seems to be a community or family experience, because we have noticed tractors (and the rice transplanters) being used at multiple (disconnected) fields. I’ve heard that extended families and neighbors will share machines, and also that farmers often have multiple small fields in many locations, so it is not uncommon to see an old farmer driving his tractor down the road (or sidewalk!) from one field to the next. Unlike most developed nations, Korea still has a large number of small owner-operated farms. The average farm size in Korea is 1.2 acres, compared to 71 acres in the U.S. But the country is extremely mountainous, and only 15-20% of its land is arable.
And with increasing urbanization and foreign trade, the number of Korean farmers has shrunk dramatically in the past few decades. Agriculture’s contribution to GDP dropped from 40% in the 1960’s to 2% today. And agricultural labor dropped from 50% to 6%, while the average age of farmers has increased from 45 to over 60. All around the country, you can see farm land being converted into high-rise apartment complexes or industrial buildings.
For the next couple months, the rice paddies around us will remain flooded. Korea’s climate is actually ideal for rice: the rainy season begins soon after transplanting, keeping the land wet. By the time the monsoon ends in late summer, the plants are big enough to switch to dry land growth and the fields are drained. By October, the rice is fully grown and ready for harvest. Chuseok, or Korean Thanksgiving, takes place in October and celebrates the bounty of the harvest. It is one of Korea’s most important holidays.
…Or so I hear. I suppose I’ll find out for certain soon enough.