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Sanjeong-dong

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    • Day 58

      Weihnachten in Mokpo 🎄

      December 24, 2023 in South Korea ⋅ ☁️ 1 °C

      Dieses Jahr gab es das entspannteste Weihnachten für mich überhaupt (zumindest was die Planung und alles angeht😆). Es ging nach Mokpo.
      Meine Begleitung war mal wieder total on fire und als sie mir ihre geplante Tour geschickt hat, wusste ich der Tag wird lang 🫣.
      Aber was soll’s. Also ging es wieder auf mit dem Premium Bus nach Mokpo 🚌!
      Dort angekommen ging es erstmal direkt in eine berühmte Bäckerei (irgendwie hat jede Stadt eine sehr berühmte Bäckerei - obwohl sich einige Sachen ähneln, ist es aber bei weitem nicht so ein Einheitsbrei wie bei uns 🍰).
      Von da aus ging es zu einem Museum, dessen Fassade in einem sehr bekannten K-Drama (Hotel del Luna😏) eine wichtige Rolle spielt. Insgesamt sollen in Mokpo wohl sehr viele Dramen gedreht worden sein, wodurch die Stadt mit der Zeit wieder etwas berühmter wurde.
      Mokpo war früher wohl sehr wohlhabend, was sich nach der japanischen Besetzung und nach dem Krieg aber schnell wandelte.
      Apropos japanische Besetzung: vor dem Museum habe ich eines der Denkmäler entdeckt, die überall im Land verteilt sind und an die damaligen „Comfort Girls“ der Japaner erinnern soll. Oft wurden junge Mädchen aus ihren Dörfern geholt und wie in einem Pferdestall gehalten, sexuell missbraucht oder misshandelt. Waren die Mädchen krank oder schwanger, wurden sie erschossen. Eines der vielen Kriegsverbrechen, die seitens Japan begannen, aber von ihnen nie aufgearbeitet wurden.
      Rein ins Museum konnte ich dann noch mehr über die Geschichte Mokpos lernen (Museen sind in Korea super günstig oder größtenteils sogar kostenlos 🫶🏼).
      Aus dem Museum raus ging es noch in einen Fluchttunnel, wo die Menschen früher während des Koreakrieges Schutz gesucht haben.
      Weiter ging es dann zu dem höchsten Berg von Mokpo - Yudalsan. Wobei bei 229m die Frage ist, ob es ein Berg oder ein größerer Hügel ist 😂 aber es war definitiv anstrengend, hoch zu kommen.
      Oben angekommen befindet sich eine traditionelle Glocke und ein Pavillon (paar der vielen Kulturgüter Koreas).
      Es ging auch direkt wieder runter zu einem sehr beliebten Imbiss in Mokpo. Dort gab es gebraten Hühnerherzen - meine Tandempartnerin hat die früher immer nach der Schule gegessen, also vielleicht das koreanische Äquivalent zum Döner?🤔
      Aber viel Zeit hatten wir nicht, denn es ging direkt weiter zum nächsten Drehort eines bekannten K-Dramas (1987). Natürlich bergauf, bergab, wieder bergauf 🥲 Und danach ging es direkt weiter zur Seilbahn in Mokpo.
      „Die Küstenseilbahn bietet einen atemberaubenden Ausblick auf die Altstadt Mokpos, den Berg Yudalsan und Umgebung. Mit 3,23km Länge und 155m Höhe ist sie sowohl die längste als auch höchste Seilbahn Koreas.“
      Einmal aus der Seilbahn raus, schnell schnell zur Aussichtsplattform und wieder zurück.
      Dann wurden wir von Mama und Papa abgeholt und ab ging es zum Korean BBQ (habe ich mir gewünscht, nachdem mir erst angeboten wurde, etwas traditionelles zu probieren: lebendiger Tintenfisch 🥹). Wo ich immer noch erstaunt bin, was dort an Essen so wegging bei so super zierlichen Menschen 🥲
      Da ich den letzten Bus von Mokpo nach Seoul nicht mehr geschafft habe, ging es mit meiner Tandempartnerin zurück nach Gwangju und von da aus nach Seoul. Gegen halb vier Uhr nachts war ich zurück im Airbnb und konnte den Tag ersteinmal ein bisschen verarbeiten 🥱.
      Mokpo ist zwar eine eher kleine Stadt, aber sehr interessant und voller Geschichte :)
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    • Day 21

      Mokpo-si

      January 14, 2023 in South Korea ⋅ ☁️ 6 °C

      Petite descente au sud de la korée pour voir une amie d'enfance. Au programme randos en montagne et le long de la mer dans la brume, passage a son club de bowling et bien sur quelques verres et nourriture a droite a gauche. Le départ de seoul a 5h du mat en train était un peu violent par contreRead more

    • Day 11

      The Challenge of Getting Around

      September 17, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ 🌫 70 °F

      I left Gyeongju this morning, taking the express bus across the southern part of the peninsula to Gwangju. It was about a four hour ride to the Gwangju bus station, where I then caught an intercity bus for Mokpo. Mokpo is not a huge tourist destination, which is what appealed to me. It is a large port town that is the gateway to the two places I want to see: Dadohae Haesang Marine National Park and Wolchulsan National Park. The maritime park has over 1700 islands strewn along the coast, which I plan to tour tomorrow. Wolchulsan, on the other hand, is a mountain park somewhat inland that has a spectacular six hour hike that culminates in a steel suspension bridge joining two peaks.

      So, let me take a few moments to tell you what it's like getting around Mokpo. I got off the bus and asked three taxi drivers to take me to a hotel. None of them understood me, nor did I understand them. I looked at my guidebook again, and by my estimation, it appeared the hotel was a few blocks from the train station. Practicing the word for train station (gicha yeok) under my breath, I got back in line for the taxi service. I opened the cab door and gave it a whirl, "Gicha yeok?" I said with desperation. A shake of the head and a smile seemed to indicate he understood. I was dropped off at the train station, then followed the map in my book. I wandered up and down the little blocks, noting that “Motel” or “Hotel” was usually in English, then the rest of the name was in Korean. Regardless, I knew the street name but was having no luck finding it. Slowly, and I mean slowly, it dawned on me that the street signs were all the same. I had read that addresses are rarely used in Korea. What I was reading on the sign was the district name (gu) and the neighborhood name (dong). Now here’s the kicker, even though the buildings have a number on them, it is meaningless. Historically, a structure gets a number when it is built; therefore, house #27 can be next to #109, which is next to #76. Ah, what a challenge! Finally, a man and his son came out of their shop and asked if I need help. I’m sure it was the jaw-dropped, wide-eyed look that gave it away. Indeed I needed help. I pointed to the information in the guidebook, which also had the phone number. As he dialed, he asked where I was from, and I said the US. “Are you a Christian?”

      Hmm. This is not a question I had foreseen nor had I prepared a safe touristy answer. Thanks to Pastor Dumb Ass, in Florida, there is a warning on the State Department’s website about potential hostilities arising over the whole Koran burning episode. Not that I thought this guy was going to whack me right there, but it’s really amazing how many thoughts can zing through your mind in just a moment. First I thought I should get clarification. Did he mean was I the kinda Christian that is way right wing, using the Bible to outlaw anything that I don’t like and believe my religion should be written into the law of the country, whilst relegating all other religions to second class status? Or did he mean did I believe in the tenets of Christianity espoused by Jesus Christ, who was a loving and noble man? (I realize that Jesus did not espouse Christianity, since he was a Jew, but you know what I mean.)

      “No. Buddhist,” came out of my mouth. Not that I am, but it seemed like the safest answer at the time. Korea has a long tradition of Buddhism and about a quarter of the population still identifies themselves as such. Plus, who’s going to bother a peace-loving vegetarian?

      “Oh,” was his disinterested response. He finished dialing the hotel, talked briefly, then smiled, “You go two blocks and turn right.” I thanked him profusely and wandered down the road.

      Of course you’re probably wondering, why didn’t she just stay at one of the hotels she passed on her walk from the train station toward the ferry terminal? Let me quote the guidebook, “There are countless love motels between the train station and the ferry terminal.” Now, I gotta whole lotta love in me but I’m thinking this is not the place to share it!

      Eventually, I found my hotel and got checked in. The Kimho Beach Hotel is not near a beach, but it does overlook the pier. I walked down to the port, where there are several fish markets, and got a good dose of unadulterated Korean culture. I got back to my room as the sun was setting just behind Mt. Yudalsan, where I will be doing some hiking and sightseeing tomorrow.
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    • Day 12

      Strike Out

      September 18, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ 🌫 70 °F

      What is that saying about best laid plans??? Nothing went quite like I anticipated today. First, the little map in the guide book indicated a few hiking trails in Yudalsan Park, with the botanical and sculpture gardens marked on the trails. Well, that was totally misleading. As soon as I got into the Park, there were trails everywhere and all the signs were in Korean. I hiked up and down, around in a couple circles and climbed an innumerable amount of stairs. All to no avail. I never found either of the gardens nor did I find a way over the mountain and down to Yudal beach, which was my ultimate destination. To add to the frustration, it was definitely the hottest day of my vacation. In the woods, with no breeze, I was sweating profusely. I see now that we have eyebrows to prevent continual drops of sweat from getting into our eyes. I finally gave up and decided to find my way out to the starting point and just take a bus to Yudal Beach. Strike 1.

      By the time I caught the bus, I was damp from head to toe. The air conditioned ride gave me a short reprieve, but at least there was a breeze by the ocean. I learned that all the tours of the islands were in Korean and there were none scheduled at the time I was there anyway. Strike 2.

      Ever the optimist, I decided to make the most of it and try the Maritime Museum on the other end of town. The guide book indicated it had nice displays, and there was a good restaurant next door that was English-friendly. I enjoyed the museum, which was filled with the booty from two shipwrecks, as well as displays on fishing and boating. It was about 2pm and I was famished, so I went searching for the restaurant. As my niece would say, "What the …?" There was nothing close to the museum that looked like a restaurant. Strike 3.

      I've got to write Lonely Planet and give them a piece of my mind about their coverage of this town. Err.

      It was then that I realized that maybe I should just take it easy today and be grateful the museum was interesting. I took the bus back to my neighborhood and stopped into Isaac Toast for lunch. A really long time ago, I was visiting Kristie and Mark Ewig in Germany. I told them I had gone without eating because I couldn’t read the menus. They gave me an invaluable tip, which came in handy today, look for the word toast, or some variation of the word, and it usually means a sandwich. Well, true to their word, Isaac Toast was a sandwich place. Although every single item on the menu was in Korean, they did have pictures. I pointed to what I thought might be a veggie sandwich but that’s not what I got. Instead I got a fried egg, with cabbage, a mayo sauce, sweet pickles, and an unidentifiable fried patty of some type of sea creature. I discretely pulled the fishy patty off for later disposal and finished the rest of the sandwich. Hmm. Out of strikes, so I spent the balance of the day relaxing in my quiet, uneventful, yet predictable hotel room.
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    • Day 13

      Ahoy, Ye Landlubbers!

      September 19, 2010 in South Korea ⋅ 🌫 75 °F

      Ahrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Avast, me hearties, I be down on me luck today. Them bilge rats at Lonely Planet will be seein' me boot up their bung hole. I left me bunk a little late and sailed for Yeongam, told by the Planet to be the gateway of the area’s treasure: Wolchulsan Park. The scurvy dogs reported that I could weigh anchor to the park entrance every 20 minutes, but the wench at the bus station, said "No ships a sailin’ for three hours."

      Blimey! This old salty dog can’t dally for three hours THEN hike eight leagues. I had to bring a spring upon her cable, sailing back to Mokpo quick as a shot from me canon. Ne’er to worry, mateys, I didn’t hang the jib. Instead, I discovered loot in the local trails of Mokpo. It was hot and me body sweat like I cracked Jenny’s tea cup! Aye, wet as a lad hauling six pounders!

      I’ll be brining her 'round in the morrow, course set for Seoul. Me days are numbered before walkin’ the plank back to me cube. Shiver me timbers, me voyage ends in just four more sunrises. So, ahoy for now, Buccaneers; sail safely and don’t let the scallywags get ye down!
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