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Where icicles drip from trees
AsiaOne contributor Esther Chew discovers that South Korea possesses a character of depth beyond the one-dimensionality of Korean dramas.
It is a land where melting icicles drip from trees, where people are unfailingly polite and where dreamy-eyed young and beautiful women line the streets. These were my idyllic impressions of South Korea before I arrived there for a visit recently - that it was nothing else but a whimsical and beautiful place. I admit that I, like many other females in the late teens to early 20s, got this profile of the island from watching Korean dramas such as "Winter Sonata" and "Full House". However, when I boarded the plane home after my stay, only one of those ideals remained. My first whiff of the cold Korean air was in the small village of Jeju to which we arrived via a connecting flight from Incheon, the main airport. The place is notable for its luxuriant flora and a reconstructed historical village. Scenic beauty aside, my tropical Singaporean skin, unused to the bitter cold, took a beating immediately especially when the wind whipped up and dug its icy fingers into me. It took me a while to adjust to the winter sting, chapped lips and a dry throat every morning.
On the coach going through the streets of Seoul towaards our hotel, I glimpsed from the window signs reading "Buy the Way". Puzzled, I resolved to find out what it meant. It turned out to be the name of a 24-hour convenience store. It was a cute pun. Already the city was beginning to take on a very interesting character. As the bus passed by one of the many traffic crossings, I saw a withered old woman, but with posture still erect, with a cloth wrapped bundle balanced atop her head. She took dainty little steps across the street and winding her way through traffic, and only stopped once to reposition the bundle. Wow. That took some skill! The next eight days passed by in a whirlwind of shopping, touring and scenic sightseeing. Since it is impossible to include every moment, here are my top 10 "must visit" places in South Korea:
My personal favorite, not on the listing as it deserves a few paragraphs of its own, is the Changdukgung Palace, a Unesco World Heritage site which has stood since 1405. There we saw the very bench where the emperor of the past "met" his concubine. Their "bed" was actually a cold and hard marble bench, and although prettily decorated and surely made of well crafted stones, I myself would not have appreciated sleeping on it! Another quirky encounter was during the tour around the palace grounds, when we stopped at the entrance to the courtyard of the main palace. Surprisingly, there were different-sized doors for entry, a taller one for males because they were generally better built than women. However, certain glimpses of Korea made me realise that my idylic vision of Korea is not all it is cracked out to be. During one of our shopping trips to an up-market district of Seoul, I spotted in the midst of the milling crowd a beggar lying on the ground. The throngs just walked past him without so much as giving him a glance. He was asking for money, and alternated between pushing himself up with both hands, and then moving the box in front of him by a few inches. His lower half was bound up in a leather bag which covered what remained of his legs. He didn't look capable of looking after himself and I was left wondering how he would survive. Another "painful" incident happened in a Korean fast food joint, where our family visited. In a world where you can see words but can't read them, the act of basic everyday communication can be very trying.
I managed to order only after much gesticulations, hand signals exchanged between the waitress and myslef. It was then I wished I knew some key Korean words other than my drama gained "sae-daeng-hae-you" which means "I love you". In all, much of the wintry landscapes in Korea were beautiful. The images I saw, human and otherwise, formed deep impressions. I saw icicles on trees. Not all Korean women are beautiful. And they are not unfailingly polite. Whilst cataloguing photos of the trip two weeks later, I realised that during my Korean sojourn, the country's character was what touched me the most. I stared at a picture of myself in traditional Korean garb and the memories returned. Kamsa hamnida (thanks for everything), Korea. Photos: Esther Chew » To see more photos, check out the gallery here. » Like to share your travel tales and tips of a place you have been to recently? Write in to A1Travel@sph.com.sg, and send us your holiday snapshots, too! |
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