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Bokgakdan

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    • Day 7

      On My Own

      September 13, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ ⛅ 68 °F

      At 6:45am I left the comforts of Jay and Imy's home to explore the southern part of Korea. Jay walked me to the subway, wished me luck, and I was on my own.

      It only took 20 minutes to wish he was around again. I easily made it to the Seoul Station subway stop, but actually finding the train station was another matter. I finally had to ask a food vendor where to go. She graciously pointed at the building with the big sign, "Seoul Station." I realize I am not a master of the obvious, but it didn't look like a train station. Really. I was able to get on my Gyeongju-bound train with no problem, feeling very grateful that Anete showed me how to maneuver the train stations many years ago in Paris.

      The trip south was uneventful, but the landscape was interesting. It seemed like every inch of unused land was devoted to a garden or crops. For example, where a median occurred at the merger of two roads, rows of crops filled the center. All along the train tracks, there were small and medium sized plots of plants. I recognized the corn and squash, but the other crops were unfamiliar. Several times I saw individuals harvesting a plant by hand. I could not recognize the produce, but it had large leaves protruding from an extremely thin shoot coming out of water; it looked as if they used flood irrigation. I didn't find out until later that they were harvesting lotus.

      Arriving in Gyeongju, I trusted my Lonely Planet guide for an accommodation recommendation. I got in the taxi and showed the driver my book, which had the motel name written in Korean. It was a quick ride to Hotel Cherbourgh, where I spent 50,000 for a room. A little more than I wanted to spend, but I was not willing to run around to find something cheaper. It is hot and humid, so I was happy just to have a place to set my bag. Unfortunately, it took me 20 minutes to figure out how to turn on the lights. You have to put the big, long key fob into a slit in the wall. Now, tell me you would have thought of that immediately! Once I had the electricity on, I was able to see the toilet. Wow! I was not certain I would be able to operate it. Thankfully, it is a western toilet, but it has a remote control attached to the side with 14 buttons! 14!?! I may have blushed after counting them but was too shocked to try them out. Instead, I headed out to see Gyeongju.

      I started with the Tumuli site. During the earlier years of the Silla Kingdom, 57BC-935, royalty and court officials were buried in a wooden casket and covered by a huge mound of rocks and dirt. Many of these sites have been excavated, but the enormous earthen mounds remain. It is bizarre. I was walking down a busy street, when I saw the first one. There, in the middle of urbana, is this gigantic rounded mound of dirt. Tall, too. And they are all over. Some are small and some are large, and a few look like they were globbed together. What’s most striking about these are the way they are woven into the fabric of the city. I find it fascinating how this type of structure is so common among such different cultures. These mounds aren’t a whole lot different than the pyramids of Egypt or Central America. One of the tombs, presumed to be from the 5th or 6th century, has been made accessible to the public. In the heart of the mound, you can see where the caskets were placed, and they had a number of replicated items to view, which were found buried with the body. Originally they found a fantastic gold crown in this tomb, which was also on display. It had dangling thin gold discs and comma-shaped jade decorations. It was interesting that it’s seemingly slender gold structure could survive through the centuries. Some of the gold looked as thin as thread. The subsequent walk through this park was serene, among knotted trees and strange bird calls.

      I walked next to the oldest astrological observatory in Asia. It is an interesting study in mathematics, architecture, and astrology. It is a structure erected of stone blocks; however, you don’t realize how amazing it is unless you take the time to read about it. According to the guide book, there are 12 (months) stones at its base, it is 30 (days in a month) layers tall, creating a structure of 366 (days in a year) pieces. The observatory, built in the early 600’s, is also designed in relation to certain astronomical objects and times.

      I hiked a ways out of the center of town to the National Museum and found out it was closed on Mondays. So, I walked back in to town to get a bite to eat and return to the hotel. In my efforts to feed myself, I discovered that Seoul was Korea just toying with me. Many of Seoul’s restaurants had menus in English, or had pictures, or had wax replicas of the food. Not so much here. I couldn’t tell if the store front was a restaurant or auto parts dealer. I would still swear the auto place had tables and drink dispenser. Anyway, I finally gave up and went to the convenience store. I picked up ramen (mystery ingredients), bananas, and a couple of brown eggs. I figured I could use some protein. Once I got home I cooked up the ramen and peeled my egg, or what I thought was a chicken egg. I’m still not sure what it was. Imagine my surprise when I peeled the brown shell and found a brown egg. Not kinda brown but brown. Also the texture seemed much tougher than a regular egg. I decided to cut it into bits and put it in the ramen, so I wouldn’t be able to tell I was eating it.

      So, maybe you’re wondering about the toilet. Well, I finally decided to tackle the beast before bed. I boldy removed the paper seal of sanitation and propped up the lid. I found what looked like a regular toilet, if not for the endless instructions IN KOREAN on the inside of the lid. The only thing in English read, "Digital Bidet." Mystery solved. If you want more details, you’ll have to ask.
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    • Day 8

      Ariel Ain't Got Nothin' on the Buddha

      September 14, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ ⛅ 66 °F

      The day's activities were launched from a nearby bus stop. Although I can’t read Korean, they do use the same Arabic numbers, so all I had to do was get myself onto bus #10 or #11. I was successful and was riding through town by 11am. The bus had a few stops in town, then it went outside the city limits toward Bulguksa Temple: my first destination of the day. When we came to the Bulguksa stop, I could see no temple buildings, just lots of tour buses. "Quick, quick. You want!" the bus driver said pointing to a bus parked across the street.

      “Bulguksa?” I asked.

      I could not understand her reply, but she again insisted, “Make quick,” and pointed to bus #12. I saw a few other passengers running for bus #12, so I quickly alighted and ran across the street. I stepped into the bus and asked, “Bulguksa?”

      The driver gave me a strange look, then said something I didn’t understand. I must have returned the strange look, and he repeated himself. This time I caught the word “grotto” and suddenly realized this was the shuttle up to Seokguram Grotto. Acting as if this is where I wanted to be the whole time, I gave a nod and deposited my won in the change machine. I sat down and took stock of the situation. The original plan had been to visit Bulguksa Temple, then take the 2.2km hike to the Seokguram Grotto. I couldn’t see how touring the grotto first would really make a difference, so I decided to just be happy that I made quick, quick. The drive up to the grotto was at a pretty good incline, at times, and very twisty. I was quickly grateful that I didn’t go with the original plan because that 2.2km would have been a whole lotta hiking uphill.

      The Seokguram Grotto and the temple were built about the same time, well over a 1000 years ago (about the mid-700’s). From the parking lot where the shuttle let us off, there was a wide dirt path that meandered through a heavily wooded mountainside. There was an endless variety of trees, and when there was a break in the greenery, the view was magnificent. It was not clear enough today, but I’ve read that the Buddha in the grotto can see all the way to the East Sea. As you approach the grotto area, there is a spring water tap that flows endlessly into a large stone tub. Red plastic dippers hang from two racks, inviting the thirsty hiker to relax. I watched a few people get their drinks first before I marched over and had a taste. From what I gathered, one picks the dipper of choice, rinses it with the spring water, throws the rinse water on the ground, then fills their vessel with a modest amount of water. I was so hot, I took two cupfuls. The heat and humidity are killing me. Anyway, turning left, I climbed the stairs to the grotto. It is a simple building with architecture familiar to other Buddhist temples I have seen. But it’s only the front half of the building. It butts up against a large green mound that protrudes from the mountainside. I entered on the left side and was astounded by the contents. Set back, under a solid granite dome, was a large Buddha carved out of granite. He was surrounded by stone reliefs of other guardians. It was a beautiful shrine with a warm atmosphere. It made me think of my visit to Disneyland this summer, when my nieces got to have lunch at Ariel’s Grotto. Although I’m a big fan of mermaids, I was feeling a little more impressed with this fete of ancient engineering. Not to mention the spiritual overtones.

      I left the Grotto area and decided to take the trail DOWN to Bulguksa. As soon as I started hiking I realized how grateful I was for bus lady. I would have been toast if I’d walked up the trail. It was hard enough work just going down! However, it was worth it. The Bulguksa Temple complex was gorgeous. The first scenery you see, as you walk in, is a small pond, with koi, spanned by a stone bridge with weeping willow stretching to the water’s surface. It was a postcard moment. In view behind the bridge is a building with eaves stretching outward and slowly curling toward the sky. The grounds are expansive, and I strolled from one temple building to the next. I finally had to take about 10 minutes and just sit quietly in one of the shrines. The Buddhist nun was humming quietly, and the aroma of incense made me want to stay for the afternoon. Unfortunately, it is a large place, and I felt like I shouldn’t stay too long lest I miss seeing other wonderful things. One of my favorite buildings had a plethora of stacked stones in the back. As I was taking pictures, more stacks piled on the fence caught my eye. Around the end of the building, the whole side was filled with these stacks. But wait, they were stacked on the gate, too. I lifted my camera for a picture, when I saw a gentleman pointing up in a tree. There, in the lowest crotch, were little stacked stones. It was very cool.
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    • Day 9

      Yo-ho, yo-ho, the life of a monk for me

      September 15, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ ⛅ 77 °F

      I've spent my morning deciding what to do next and making arrangements for its fruition. I’m headed out of town shortly to Golgulsa Temple. I am enrolled in a two day temple stay, which starts later this afternoon, so no blogging for a while. During the stays they prefer you don’t write or communicate, so hopefully I can remember everything long enough to find the internet on Thursday. Until next time, it’s the life of a monk for me!

      Temple Stay: Day 1

      I arrived at Golgulsa Temple around 1:30pm. I completed my registration and was provided a temple uniform, before leaving for my room. When I opened the door of my room, my first concern was verified: no bed, no mattress, no futon. That means two blankets, hard floor, sleep well. I also noticed another person was assigned the room and had already laid out her two blankets. Putting future discomfort out of mind, I donned my temple clothes and reported for community work. We were assigned to pull weeds around the contemplative pond at the entrance of the grounds. There is a big holiday coming up next Tuesday, so they are working hard to make the temple as nice as possible. Although this exercise is usually scheduled for two hours, the master had mercy on us in the heat and let us go when we finished our assigned area. Because I had some extra time before dinner, the master encouraged me to go up and view the sculpted Buddha and shrines above the complex.

      The walk was 20 minutes uphill to get to the base of the highest temple building. I stopped to catch my breath, when the Buddha caught my eye. The carving is as old as the 5th century, is four meters off the ground, and stands out of the sandstone way up on the side of the rock face. It is probably my favorite sight in Korea. I climbed up stairs toward the relief, when I noticed other paths along the rock face. I maneuvered onto a ledge, holding tightly to the safety rope, and found a small rock outcropping with an altar and meditation area. I took some photos, then moved back on to the narrow, staired pathway. Again, I came across another rock outcropping, this one even more precarious than the last, with a different set of sculpted figures but the same meditation area. The last several yards of the path requires one to hold tightly to an anchored rope and heave oneself up "stairs" cut into the rock face. It may have been a chore to reach but to stand so close to the relief was worth it. It seemed as though the image was looking over the whole temple, providing protection from whatever might threaten it. I believe I read that the monks hid in these outcroppings and caves when the Japanese invaded in the 1500's. Apparently they were provided protection, as well. I decided to take a circuitous route because I could see a monk chanting in a shrine on the other side of the outcrop. I literally had to crawl through a hole in the rock, then lower myself with the safety rope to get there. But, again, I was not disappointed. The shrine was similar to the one at Bulguksa, where only half of the building is constructed from the rock and the rest of the shrine is in a cave. Inside, the vibrant colors surrounded the sitting Buddha at the altar, and the monk chanted loudly to the beat of some wooden noise thingy. I desperately wanted to take a photo but actually listened to my better judgment for once and just stood quietly and appreciated the moment.

      I scaled down the rock to find more small outdoor shrines hidden in the mountain face, and then I hiked up to the chakra stupa. Not sure the significance, but it stands in an opening of pine trees with a view over the valley below. I sat for quite a while in the breeze, with the chanting monk below and the beaming sun dancing across the swaying pines.

      A little about dinner: it’s always vegetarian (good), you must eat everything you take (tricky), and you sit on the floor for the meal (bad). Luckily the noodle dish I picked was very good, but the portion was a little much. I realized I needed to be more careful about how much I take. The Canadian sitting next to me got the bright idea to try all the food that was available. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize that the kimchi was scorching hot. The spices made her face turn red, sweat beaded on her brow, and I’m pretty sure she was tearing up. The only thing I could think was, “You know, you gotta eat the whole thing.” I left her, when she was still trying to swallow the kimchi whole, and later found out that a Korean woman finally helped her out by eating it for her.

      The rest of the evening started out innocently enough. We had 30 minutes of chanting, followed by sunmudo training. Sunmudo is a martial art, and this temple houses the practice’s home. The first hour was easy enough with long stretches and a light warm up. The second hour was punishing. Even some of the students who are being trained in the martial art would stand there, refusing to do one more kick. The 60 minutes of physical activity went something like this: kick demonstration, slow kicks to the right, fast kicks to the right, slow kicks to the left, fast kicks to the left, and so on in every direction. Just when I thought we had done every up, down, front, back, right, left, the instructor would think up something else. I accidently laughed with disbelief, when he demonstrated some move that I probably hadn’t managed since I was in gymnastics in third grade. Really? You want me to roll on my back like a frog and do the splits? Being a trooper, I gave it a try. Of course I probably won’t walk for a week, but at least I’m getting the full experience.

      I had to shower before bed because I was so sweaty. After getting cleaned up, I looked at the next day’s schedule: only one hour and twenty minutes of sunmudo tomorrow.
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    • Day 10

      No Monatstic Vows for Me

      September 16, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ 🌙 66 °F

      Ibuprofen. That is the word for the day. Between the sunmudo training and sleeping on the floor, I'm stiff and sore. But, no time to complain. We were awoken at 4am by the sound of the wood noise thingy and by 4:30 we had to be at the shrine situated at the top of the hill. I arrived with about two minutes before the monks began chanting. It was mesmerizing to stand quietly and absorb the moment. The monks chanted with the wooden instrument, clacking loudly in time. The shrine was lit with numerous candles, illuminating doubly from the reflection off the fat cheeks of hundreds of Buddha statues lining the front wall. Following the 30 minutes of chanting, they dimmed the lights to red and turned our cushions toward the wall for sitting meditation. Another 30 minutes passed, and we moved outside to participate in walking meditation. We silently climbed the steep incline to the chakra stupa, formed a circle, and received instructions on the proper method. After circling the stupa a couple of times, we walked gingerly down the road. I was struck by the cacophony of sounds. I looked up and could see a couple of monks in the rock outcroppings, which I visited yesterday, their chants combined with those of another monk in the cave shrine. I believe each had their own wooden instrument, so the clacking beat was different from each monk’s chant. The noises floated over us then echoed off the nearby hillside. It was magical in the weak glow of the early morning sun.

      Following breakfast, we had sunmudo training once again. I was not particularly looking forward to it, given the soreness in my legs. Luckily, the session was concentrated on stretching. I was grateful to get a break but soon realized that maybe they were saving us for the 108 bows. The bows start from a standing position, hands together in prayer. When the instructor claps the bamboo stick, you kneel on a cushion and lower your forehead to the floor, hands extending outward toward the altar. 108 times. The instructor provided me with an English translation of the 108 contemplations that coincide with the bows. With each bow, you read the sentence and contemplate it until the next bow. Some that I remember were, "I bow to be rid of selfishness." “I bow to honor those who have loved and supported me.” “I bow to be forgiven for the times I have hurt someone.” He graciously told us that we could rest during the process if necessary and just stand quietly until beginning again; but, I refused to be the tourist that couldn’t do it! A recording of a monk played, with a background of very light music, and we began to bow when the instructor slapped the bamboo into his palm. I made it through all 108 but have to admit my thighs were burning around 90. It was a great exercise in concentration, as I realized my whole focus was on the activity, and my mind had no time or desire to wander. I thought this might be a nice meditation practice to adopt, but I think I may modify to 18 bows!

      Lunch was great, so I loaded up on japchae and rice. One never knows when the next meal comes.

      I returned via local bus to Gyeongju and secured a room for the night. I spent the evening obtaining a bus ticket for my travels tomorrow, purchasing some snacks for the ride, and laundering all my clothes. Literally. I’ll be leaving Gyeongju tomorrow at 9:40am for Mokpo, via Gwangju.
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    • Day 6

      A blast to the past - Gyeongju part 1

      May 7, 2023 in South Korea ⋅ 🌧 12 °C

      Left Seoul this morning to head to Gyeongju using a KTX train. It was a fairly quick and quiet ride, but the wet weather seems to have followed me. After meeting my friend at the station, the rain starting to pour and it was cold. Luckily we were meeting another friend of mine who was going to take us to the farther points of interest that would've been difficult/time consuming for us to bus to.

      Our 1st stop was Yang Dong Folk Village. Locals still live here but visitors can wander the picturesque village and check out the historic houses that have been maintained.

      Next stop was lunch, I ended up ordering a tofu stew (being wary of the spice level of the seafood stew), and it was a whole lot of tofu! One of the gals travelling with us also bought Hwangnam-ppang for us to try. This is a Gyeongju specialty bread which is a pastry filled with red bean paste. Perfect 2 bite size.

      Next we hurried to Golgulsa Temple and a grotto, both very quick visits due to rain. A coffee shop by the lake and then we were dropped off at our hotel.

      Our highlight of the day was our night visit to Donggung Palace & Wolji Pond. Easily the most beautiful site I saw in all of Korea and the must see/do thing when in Gyeongju, so you really do need to stay the night. The palace was not only light up beautifully, but the pond reflecting those lights, creating a beautiful space you never want to leave.

      As we had a late lunch, dinner was Korean Fried Chicken and cup ramen from the convenience store =) Quick and comfort as we rest up for day 2 in Gyeongju.
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