Leavin’ on a Jet Plane

If you’re not a friend of mine on Facebook (and why aren’t you!?) you may not be aware that I today decided not to pursue a new position here in Korea once my current one ends in a few weeks time. My love for Korea certainly hasn’t diminished and it will be hard to leave behind the good friends – both old and new – that I have on this tiny little peninsula.

For a while now I have been unhappy. Not in the ‘Oh my, life is not awesome’ sense – but in a fundamental sense that I’ve come to find is the norm. Waking up in the morning is harder than it should be, I’ve lost interest in most all of my hobbies (as evidenced by the lack of writing here), and I find that I bounce too often between being happy with things and being either teary eyed or feeling urutterly devoid of hope. For too long I’ve sought to ‘solve’ this problem of being unhappy with a girl, and it’s not fair to the girls or to me that I keep seeking answers in a place I won’t find them. A relationship isn’t a patch you put on something that’s broken, and I need to break that habit.

It’s not just relationships or being unhappy that motivate my decision. I am passionate about writing and yet I continue to go to drastic lengths to avoid really doing it. Despite wanting nothing more than to be a writer – I’ve never submitted a novel to a publisher. I’ve never entered a writing competition or even attempted to find work in the field I am interested in. I take dead end jobs or I jet off around the world, and that’s a lot of fun, but it’s getting me no closer to being the person I want to be. For my whole life I’ve opted to take the easiest possible option, and it’s time that I tried something hard.

Some of my favorite kids at Storia. 2009.
Farewelling Gwangju in 2008. No surprise that I'm still friends with a lot of these fine people.

Over the next week I’m going to put up a blog a day about the seven things that I thing make Korea such a great place to be. I’ve touched on similar topics before. I am not leaving because I hate Korea or because my heart is broken or because I’m sick of working. I love teaching and I love so much about this country. I’m sure within a month or two of being home I’ll be itching to come back. But I’ll fight that urge. I need to figure out exactly who I am and what it is I want from life. And if that does prove to be teaching abroad, then I’ll be both physically, mentally, and emotionally healthier when I get back to it.

Right before I came to Korea back in 2007, I found a weird Christmas decoration with the Korean flag on it. I took it as some sign that I was on the right course, and I kept it amongst my belongings over the next two years.

When I came back this year I didn’t have it with me and, to be honest, I am pretty sure it’s long lost. And maybe that’s a sign too. Korea was the place for me at one point in my life, and as easy as it would be if it was always the place, maybe that’s just not the case anymore.

Break-Ups and Goodbyes

I’ve made mention before of the single greatest downside of traveling and living abroad – and that’s having to say goodbye to good people. Some of them, such as my good friend Byron, are the kind of people you know you’ll stay in touch with well after they’ve left your immediate proximity. Others pass out of your life with a bunch of drunken fanfare, remain Facebook friends for a year or two, and then become just another participant in an anecdote you tell your shiny new friends.

This past week I’ve had two very different goodbye experiences. On Tuesday evening my girlfriend and I parted ways. While it was a relatively new relationship (only a couple of months) it’s never a fun or easy thing to split with somebody who you have had fun with and shared such feelings with. This past week has been the hardest I’ve had since returning to Korea.

I started chatting to Kimberly before she’d even come to Korea, and I think we both were a bit surprised how much we liked talking to one another before we’d even met. I know I’d come home from work looking forward to a Skype chat with her. There was just an instant chemistry. I first met Kimberly when she needed somebody to help her settle into the country and had fun playing knight in shining armor with spontaneous visits and sage (?) advice when Korea was wearing her down.

In a very brief time we had a lot of fun. We explored my home town. We spent chilly days in her apartment watching Mad Men. I played nurse while she battled her first Korean cold and she counselled me through my resignation at work. She was the motivation behind my very fun trip to Jinhae for the Cherry Blossom Festival and the engineer of last week’s Seoul shenanigans.

Kimberly and I climbing a mountain at Jinhae's Cherry Blossom Festival

As I grow up and gain more experience in relationships, I’m learning that having fun together isn’t always enough. While we had a great deal of fun and clicked on some levels – the distance of the two hour commute and a few things we didn’t see eye to eye on meant that it made sense to go our separate ways. In the ‘real world’, where we didn’t have to worry about where each of us would be in a year’s time – it might have been worth pursuing longer. But when you’ve got differences and there’s every chance you won’t be able to be together long term without somebody making huge sacrifices, it’s hard to gamble. In the end, Kimberly made the call and I have to live with that.

It’s been hard to adjust once again to life alone, and I’ll miss her a while yet, but it’s for the best. If we’re meant to cross paths again we will, and if we aren’t – well, we’ll be good friends somewhere down the line.

In a lot of ways, Kimberly reminded me of two very important things that I might have allowed myself to forget in the wake of Fallon and I going our separate ways.

– That no matter how gloomy you might feel after somebody significant leaves your life, you are always in a position to be swept up in a new romance and fall head over heels for somebody new. I didn’t think I would meet someone I cared about so soon after Fallon, but Kimberly showed me that it was not only possible – but fun as well. It’s a pity we didn’t get to spend more time together, but I am a firm believer that everything in life happens for a reason – and I’m sure we’ll both figure out what that reason is on our own time.

– That romances abroad can be both exciting and frustrating. There was something star-crossed about being introduced by a mutual friend because she thought we’d hit it off, and about taking a 7am train up to her sleepy little town after she had a bad first day. It’s those kind of adventures that are worth any heart-ache or teary eyes, and I wouldn’t give the thrill of new adventures, first kisses, and butterflies up just to feel better on nights such as tonight.

I’ll write a longer entry about relationships in Korea at a later date, but I’ll sum it up now – there’s so much more pressure on a new relationship when you’re from different countries, have different contract ending dates, and a finite amount of time to figure out where you’re headed. It’s a case of stay at arm’s length or go head over heels – and there’s no guarantee either approach is going to work.

But enough of that somberness and onto other farewells. Let me regale you with the tale of Byron.

I first encountered Byron during my nerdier days. I was an unemployed Newcastle resident with entirely too much time on my hands and I was addicted to a freeware game by the name of Extreme Warfare Revenge – a game that let you control various pro wrestling federations. I stumbled across a website where those addicts with too much time on their hands could post reports on the shows they booked. I started doing one and I read Byron’s while there.

None of the details are really relevant (or particularly interesting), but suffice to say we got to chatting and he was one of the many people who first encouraged me to come to Korea. When his own life needed a change, I returned the favor by nudging him in the direction of Korea. He arrived just as I was leaving after my first year, but we made sure to meet up just as soon as I got back. He and I (and the three amigos I mentioned in my post about Seoul) had a fun, drunken night in Gwangju and we’ve been fast friends since.

Rocking some noraebang at the German Bar in early 2009

Our paths have only crossed a handful of times since. He came down to see me off when I left Korea in 2009 and we had some memorable good times when we explored Texas Street together earlier this year.

Drunk off our heads at Vinyl Underground

With his second contract coming to an end and no offers here really grabbing him, Byron opted to go in search of new adventures to add to his already enviable collection. Wednesday night saw him and his parents visiting Busan and I joined them for a rather delicious meal of galbi and bulgogi in Seomyeon before they left town. A gift of Canadian maple syrup and a bizarre ‘Korean Zombie’ t-shirt only sweetened the deal, and we finished our farewells with Baskin Robbins in true Korean style.

I’m not sure where Byron is off to next, although his blog will doubtless remain an entertaining journey around the world. I’m not sure when our adventures will coincide again but I’ve come to know one thing for certain – it’s never dull when Beeker and CWB join forces.

Another week and another two people leave my life for a time. Now to continue the job hunt, knuckle down for my last three weeks at JC School, and see what new adventures the world has in store for me.

Vital Visits in Itaewon

The Itaewon and Hongdae districts of Seoul are areas that most foreigners will come to see as a sort of ‘holy city’ during their time in South Korea. Most Korean cities or towns are not without Western conveniences such as a few fast food joints, one or two grossly overpriced designer clothes stores, and cinemas showing Western movies in English – but for a truly homesickness inducing day, a visit to the area really is necessary.

A walk through Itaewon’s crowded streets is one of the rare occasions in Korea where you don’t feel like a minority (the other being the Mud Festival). You’re likely to see a lot more Westerners in the crowds here, and for a moment it’s easy to forget that you’re at the heart of Korea’s largest city.

The streets are lined alternatively with Western restaurants, souvenir stores, and Korean businesses professing to sell ‘largee size’ that only really suits if you’re a gangbanger from the mean streets of Compton. I am deadly serious when I say that seems to be the target demographic of most of these stores. I’ve been in one that actually had a dedicated bling section. But if you’re into baggy jeans and replica jerseys of various hockey and basketball franchises, you’re in luck. You’re also in something resembling luck if you happen to not be a slightly built man-boy and you need human sized clothes. Korea does not, unfortunately, really cater to those of us with extra weight, broad shoulders, or who are taller than average. You have been forewarned.

There is also more custom suit tailors than you can shake a rat at, and they’re not shy about trying to lure you in for a fitting. Expect to be harassed by more than one well dressed ajoshi trying to get you the custom suit you’ve always desired. I’ve not had any experience purchasing one, so I can’t attest as to the quality of their work.

But the real reasons people go to Itaewon are three-fold:

– Foreign Food
– Night Life
– Shopping

Food, Glorious Food!

On the foreign food front there is an abundance of options. Burger King, KFC, and McDonalds make their token appearances. These three chains have done a brilliant job of proliferating themselves across the peninsula and you’re never going to have to walk far to find one in any modestly sized town. But you’ll also find Subway, Quiznos, Taco Bell, a variety of non chain Mexican restaurants, a few kebab vendors (real kebabs, not shish-kebabs), plenty of Italian joints, and even (at last check) a fantastic pita place reminiscent of the north-west US chain, Pita Pit.

There’s also a Hard Rock Cafe that I’ve yet to visit, the criminally good local burger chain called Kraze Burger, the token Outback Steakhouse, a slew of Indian restaurants, and even a Thai place. Although I’ve not had the pleasure of dining there just yet. My hankering for a good Pad Thai and Panang Curry might get me there before too long though.

My personal favorites when I visit the area are the aforementioned Pita Pit knock-off, Quiznos, Cold Stone, and a rather good hole in the wall Mexican place called Amigos. It’s down the same street on which you’ll find Taco Bell and Geckos and while it’s small, the food is amongst the better Mexican fare you’ll find in Korea. I’ve had American friends issue reviews ranging from ‘really good’ to ‘meh’ though, so I guess it really does come down to individual taste. I’ve never once been unhappy with my food there though.

Good times at Amigos in 2009 with Cody, Desiree, and Fallon
My delicious vegetarian burrito. So good that it's the only thing I've tried on their menu!

I love the night life. I love to boogie.

On the night life front, Itaewon (and nearby Hongdae) offer more foreigner friendly establishments than you’ll find almost anywhere else in the country. With the large US military presence in the area, there’s no shortage of tastes of home such as Dr. Pepper, real beer, and bar food of a more substantial variety than the popcorn, salted spaghetti sticks, and dried seaweed you’re likely to find in your average hof. I’ve had mixed experiences with the boys in uniform. Some of the servicemen I’ve met have been genuinely good blokes just having a good time, but in too many cases blowing off steam has equated to picking fights and pawing drunkenly at any and all Western females they encounter. It’s an unfortunate example to be setting, and the primary reason I avoid military favored hangouts like Geckos.

My old friend Dean enjoying bucket cocktails at a bar whose name escapes me. Something about monkeys? Photo by Lesley Wells

But there are plenty of other great alcohol options in Seoul, and I only wish I had been drinking there recently enough to have an updated list for you. As my visit last weekend was to see the folks and do some sight-seeing, I didn’t find time to imbibe at any of the Itaewon watering holes.

I’ve long been a fan of the Irish themed Wolfhound. Just around the corner from Geckos in a nondescript alley, Wolfhound is a real old fashioned pub complete with pub food, pool tables, and a healthy selection of beer and slightly over-priced cocktails. It’s my preferred stop off point for an evening meal – with everything from mushy peas to a full English on tap at all hours. The place is never quiet from my experience, and while there’s a modest dance floor, it’s primarily a drinks and hanging out kind of pub. My style.

Good times at the Wolfhound in 2008. Photo by Jami Esbenshade

Other similarly pub like bars include the Canadian themed Rocky Mountain Tavern, the aforementioned Gecko’s Terrace (which does have good food to its credit), and the dingy but enjoyable Loft. The latter has frequent ladies nights, so it’s a good place to go if you’re looking to meet a drunk Western girl. I know that was the reason for my sole visit to that particular establishment. No comment as to whether it worked or not.

There’s plentiful options as far as clubs go, but since they’re not really my speed, my visits to them have primarily been in a bag carrying male friend capacity and they’ve never lasted long. The sole one that sticks out in my head was Spy Bar. If you like crowded, sweaty, smoky clubs in which thumping bass is all you can hear – it’s pretty much what you’re looking for.

My knowledge of the Seoul drinking scene isn’t particularly strong, but there’s plenty of information available at websites such as KoreaBridge and Galbijim if you want to do a little more research.

Buying the Essentials

No visit to Seoul is complete without a visit to two of its most famous foreigner haunts – the Foreigner Market and What the Book?

What the Book? lies along the main drag of Itaewon (the same street where the subway station exits are) and has a large collection of new and used books at very reasonable prices. It’s no Borders or Dymocks (shout out to Australian readers) but it’s got a surprisingly varied selection of books ranging from the token fantasy section and fiction to Self Help, History, Education, and Politics. There’s also a healthy graphic novel section, a large children’s section, and the required travel section for those of us with horizons that stretch beyond the bars of our respective towns.

Kimberly and I visited primarily to get the next book for the Daejeon/Cheonan book club we’d joined, but she deviously snatched up the sole copy of The Poisonwood Bible and left me clutching at thin air. Not to be deterred, I did pick up a pair of non-fiction books to exercise my mind in the absence of my beloved Kindle. May it rest in peace. I grabbed Penguin’s Complete History of the World and a book on writing to hopefully bust me out of my writer’s block funk. Kimberly came away with an armful of novels and I think even my folks grabbed some books on Korean cooking and culture for their already exhaustive library.

From What the Book? it’s not a particularly long walk towards the Foreigner Market – although ours was interrupted by my parents doing some souvenir shopping. The Foreigner Market is a claustrophobia inducing little storefront with a very substantial selection of non Korean food. While the bulk of it tends towards servicing a South-East Asian and Indian population – there’s still plenty of tastes of home there to tide you over. From real cheese (including feta and haloumi) to tortillas, pita, and bread; from Tim Tams and Flaming Hot Cheetos to refried beans, Mi Goreng instant noodles (ramen), and lentils. There’s pesto and A&W Root Beer, a decent selection of deodorants and gums, taco shells, taco seasoning, and even the very good Ritter chocolate all the way from Germany.

My haul from my visit to Seoul. Note that some items (such as Caramello Koalas and Starburst Babies) were gifts from my folks

It’s not going to have all of the comforts of home, but nowhere in Korean will. But if all you need to push you through the latest bout of ‘I hate Korea’ – you’ll find it here in the form of some home-made hummus, an ice cold can of Dr. Pepper, or some Axe (Lynx for the Australians) deodorant to tide you over for the summer months.

Directions: If you’re standing out the front of the Hamilton Hotel, you want to cross the road to the Quiznos side of the road and then turn left. After two blocks you turn down a side street on your right and you’ll see a foreigner restaurant and the Foreign Food Market. There’s also a good bar here by the name of Roofers (I think?) that my good friend Byron recommended. They don’t accept credit cards though, so be sure to visit your bank or a convenience store to have a wad of cash in hand. Learn from my mistakes!

And now for something completely different…

In non Seoul news, I’ve recently been asked to feature my blog on the very useful Korea Bridge website. KoreaBridge is the reason I am back in Korea at this point, since I used their exhaustive jobs list to find my current gig. It’s presented in a far easier to read way than Dave’s ESL Cafe too. In addition to jobs and their blog highlights, there’s also forums, photos, classifieds of all kinds, and plenty of information about Korean life from a foreigner perspective. It’s one of the top two websites I visit for my Korean information – the other being the well known Waygook.org.

Sightseeing in Seoul

I’m somewhat ashamed to confess that despite having lived in Korea for almost two years prior to my current tour of duty, I’d never really spent a great deal of time in Seoul. In fact, with the exception of a trip up to see South Korea play Turkmenistan in a 2010 World Cup qualifier – the majority of my trips to Korea’s largest city were either to fly out of the country or to indulge in some kind of weekend boozing.

Turkmenistan's goal-keeper had a rough night. They lost 5-0.

Most foreigners come to regard Seoul as something of the promised land during their initial weeks or month in Korea. In Itaewon, you have more Western food than you’ll find anywhere else in Korea. While it’s true that McDonalds and Burger King abound in Korea, chains such as Quizno’s and Taco Bell are a little more difficult to locate. Want good Mexican food or some authentic Moroccan cuisine? You’re going to find it in Seoul. Add the presence of the very good foreigner grocer and What the Book?, and you’ve got plenty of reasons to fall in love with Seoul early in your stint in Korea. Lord knows, I’ve spent huge piles of money on cans of Root Beer, real cheese, and English novels over my time here.

Booze

My fonder memories of Seoul are of the booze filled variety. In early 2009 myself, Jamie, and Paul headed up to Seoul for a spur of the moment bit of binge drinking. Living on the same straight in Gwangju, the three of us dubbed ourselves the Three Amigos and were virtually inseparable during the early part of my second year in Korea. On this particular evening we grabbed the 9pm KTX, drank vast quantities of poju (Powerade + soju) on the three hour train, and then met up with an old college buddy of Jamie’s for the kind of random wandering that happens when foreigners get drunk in South Korea. There was a grabby homosexual Korean guy who wouldn’t take Jamie’s firm no for an answer; my slow but inevitable slide down an icy ramp; and Paul’s horror as a pretty Korean girl in an abandoned Russian owned night club asked him: “How much would you pay me suck your dick?”

The aforementioned three amigos
Ramp and gravity - 1. Drunk Chris - 0

Paul and I didn’t even see out the night – catching home the 6am KTX and pretending the night didn’t happen. It was, sadly, the last time the three of us would hang out as a trio. I met Fallon later the following night and not long after that Paul found a girl of his own. Jamie eventually joined us in the ranks of coupledom as well, but the night stands out as one of the best bachelor evenings I can recall.

It wasn’t the only one either. I’ve fond memories of wolfing down Irish stew at the very good Wolfhound; of telling surly American GIs to go to hell at the always sleazy Geckos; and of drunken making out with a certain Californian cheerleader who things never quite got off the ground with.

But back on topic…

On this occasion no alcohol would pass my lips in Seoul, as my business there was of the sight-seeing and ‘seeing the parents’ variety. My folks have become experts on South Korea during their three visits to the peninsula, and after having missed them in Busan a week earlier – I wasn’t going to let their visit pass without at least a hello. Besides, Mum had gone to the trouble of bringing me a small horde of goodies from home and I wasn’t going to let them go to waste…

I woke at the crack of dawn after a night of soju drinking with my good friend Anne, and the 7am KTX didn’t allow me much sleep as rowdy kids raced up and down the aisles. I met a similarly bleary eyed Kimberly at the station and we had a typical tourist breakfast of take-out. I had the underwhelming Lotteria Red & White burger and she had the more traditional McDonalds McMuffin sans greasy bacon. Then it was off to our hostel – the surprisingly good Hong Guesthouse. The English speaking staff were friendly and the hostel itself was close enough to the subway station that it wasn’t a huge effort to find our way there. My only gripe from the experience would be that our private room was right by the common room – and Saturday night drinks meant that the place didn’t quiet down until around 2am.

After dropping off our stuff and checking in, we headed to Changdeokgung Palace where my parents had been patiently waiting for over an hour due to misreading my text messages. They had the company of a famous local artist though, so they didn’t seem too upset when we finally arrived. From there it was into the palace for a little exploring and photography, and right away it became evident that Kimberly’s well laid plans weren’t going to pan out. Our plan had been to explore the famous ‘secret garden’, but a quick look told us that we would have to accompany a two hour tour. My father might get a bit of a thrill out of two hours of looking at plants – but none of us were particularly interested, and so our visit to the palace was cut short. To be honest, and I mean no disrespect to Korean culture, their palaces are a lot like their temples – largely the same and not particularly beautiful once you’ve seen one.

 

The palace. Standard architecture.
I do love the intricate painting on the roofs though.

Our next port of call was to visit some traditional houses, but our plan to go to the Namsangol Hanok Folk Village didn’t pan out either. We instead roamed the streets for an inordinate amount of time looking for another set of traditional buildings that turned out to be little more than slums topped with traditional tile roofing. We snapped a few good shots there, for sure, but it didn’t really prove worth the hour or so of ducking down alleys and dodging crowds it took to find it.

Traditional Korean roofing. Not so traditional roof-top basketball court.

Not to be deterred by our lack of luck so far, we ventured on to Cheonggyecheon Stream – a gorgeous, man made stream that winds for 6km through the heart of Seoul. You wouldn’t expect to find a bubbling stream lined with grass and beautiful plant life in the midst of Seoul’s urban sprawl, but the stream is a remarkably relaxing little piece of contrast. Juxtaposed against the towering sky-scrapers and erratically driven taxis, it really is a startlingly beautiful discovery.

This over-sized shell lights up by night.It also marks the beginning of the stream.
Greatest photo ever? Potentially. Kimberly refused to pose for it, so I had to.
The stream starts with a flourish.
Kids throw their hard earned change into a target. I may have wasted 600 won (approx 60 cents Australian) myself
A slice of paradise in the hubbub of Seoul
The stream was criss-crossed with these stepping stones.
Another waterfall along the way
Required couple shot. The last of us together. We broke up a few days later.

We walked along the stream for 2k or so and snapped some really good pictures, and then it was time to satisfy our rumbling bellies. The plan had been to visit the famous Human & Tree (사람과 나무) for some traditional Korean fare, but my father’s love of Korea does not extend to its food – and so we had to settle for the considerably less local taste of Bennigan’s.

I might have shaken my fist at the cable car. Insane lines.
Pretty lantern along the way.
More cherry blossoms. Because there haven't been enough of them on here lately.

With bellies full and heads weary, we headed toward our second to last tourist sight of the day – Namsan Tower. Renowned for its stunning views of Seoul, it’s a real mark of shame that I hadn’t ever made it up there. Nearly every friend I have here has photos of themselves in front of the windows that list the distances to various national capitals. The wait for the cable car was horrifyingly long – and with my parents having been up the tower twice already, they opted to return to their room at the Hill House Hotel and let us young whipper snappers venture on alone. I’m actually glad the line was so long – because the scenery on the 1.5km walk up the mountain was well worth any shaky legs or tiredness. The mountain was awash with cherry blossoms and other flowers, and with the spring weather in such fine form – the mountainside fairly churned with families making their way up and down.

Seoul as seen through a veil of cherry blossoms
Aside from the pollution haze, it's quite a beautiful city...
The sun begins to set as we make our way up the mountain
Yeah, I'm not sure what these symbolize. But they're all around the tower.
You talkin' to me? I am defeated by Namsan Tower's queue's.
The sun sets on our day in Seoul

Of course, our day hadn’t gone to plan thus far, and it certainly wasn’t about to change. Upon arriving at the top of the mountain we found that we’d be waiting at least forty minutes to get into the tower proper – and with one last stop to hit before we could call it a day, we decided we’d have to make do with a few shots in front of the tower and the pride we could take from having walked the mountain.

A hurried retreat got us back to my parents’ hotel where I was bestowed with gifts of Caramello Koalas, Uncle Toby’s instant porridge, and Starburst Babies – and then Kimberly and I were off to make our Seoul City Night Tour. Leaving from the mouth of the Cheonggyecheon Stream, we had high hopes for the tour that promised to show us Seoul’s secret night life. What it showed us were eleven generic bridges, a bunch of nondescript alleys, and the folly of believing what you read on the Korean Tourism website. We paid 10,000 won to be bored senseless for over an hour, and poor Kimberly didn’t even get the ‘pleasure’ of having her boredom accompanied by the inane commentary. Her headset wouldn’t work. If you do consider taking a night tour – DO NOT take the double decker option. I hear the single decker follows the stream and actually sees some pretty things – but its bigger cousin did nothing of the sort.

Tired and ready to call it a day, we retired to our hostel and endured a good three or four hours of drunken backpackers loudly proclaiming they’d had anal, threesomes, or swallowed in a seemingly endless game of ‘I Never’. I wasn’t particularly bugged by it. You get that when you stay in a hostel. But the two Canadians who loudly discussed Darkwing Duck in the common room at 3am were a different story. I contemplated different ways of using the coat-rack in our room to re-arrange their internal organs. Thankfully the urge to sleep overtook me before the urge to kill.

All told it was a fun day. Nothing went as planned and we didn’t do most of what we’d hoped to – but we saw some sights, snapped some photos, and I got a chance to catch up with my folks. And we still had another day to go. But that will have to wait for tomorrow’s entry…

Sick in South Korea

After three years in South Korea I’ve finally fallen ill. It’s been a good run, but something eventually had to give. For the past two days I’ve been either perched on the toilet or writhing in agony in my bed in the prelude to another visit to the toilet. Graphic stuff, I know. Apologies.

If you’re teaching in South Korea chances are you’ll eventually fall ill. Most everybody who comes to the peninsula gets the ‘greeting present’ of a nasty cold or three before their immune system adjusts to the change in environment. My poor girlfriend Kimberly hasn’t managed to have a healthy day since she got here and I remember my first six months here being a string of frustrating head colds from which I’d never fully recover before the next one started in.

The first thing you need to know about Korea is that sick days are virtually unheard of. Koreans almost never take them, and I’ve had co-workers on the verge of collapse still soldier on. They say it’s a way to show their dedication, but it’s more about saving face and not appearing weak. Only in a country like Korea would employees be encouraged to come to work when they are deathly ill and possibly infectious. It extends to the children as well. The stink of kimchi vomit in my classroom still haunts me three years after I witnessed its explosive introduction into the world.

Public school teachers have the benefit of up to 11 sick days and they don’t seem to get the same harassment that we humble private school employees are subjected to. I had to actually fight to get three sick days in my current contract and the reaction when I’ve asked to use them has been akin to emotional blackmail. Lots of sighing and moaning and reminders that everybody else will have to work extra hard to cover for me. If I were capable of being away from my toilet for fifteen minutes I’d be doing something more entertaining that sitting in my bed watching episodes of (the admittedly very good) Bored to Death on my laptop. This isn’t my idea of a fun way to spend time away from work.

So, if you need the day off – don’t be surprised if your boss tries to guilt you into coming in despite your symptoms. They might even tell you that you have to work. I know my first employer took that tone with my co-worker and I when we had requested time to recuperate from our brush with influenza. But if it’s in your contract and you need it – TAKE IT! You’re not Korean and you’re sick. If you don’t think you can work, don’t make yourself miserable by going in.

If you do take a day off, you’ll almost certainly be asked to ‘go to the hospital’. Don’t be alarmed. It’s not as serious as it sounds. Koreans seem to use ‘hospital’ as a catch all term that includes the many private practices around the country – and even if you’re not in a city serviced by a number of English speaking physicians – most doctors tend to be educated enough that they can speak a few words of English. Coupled with your grasp of basic Korean, you should be able to make your symptoms known and get some advice. And if you’ve got an Alien Registration Card (a requirement if you’re teaching here) – you’re not going to paymore than 2000 to 4000 won for your visit. That’s the equivalent of $2-$4! You’ll obviously be looking at more if you need X-Rays or blood tests or the like, but that’s a pretty cheap visit by anybody’s standards.

Korean herbal remedies. Photo by Kimberly Calkins.

Prescription medication is also cheap. In the past two days I’ve been given all manner of random drugs (in nondescript packaging) and paid 4000 won for four days worth of medication. Much cheaper than I’d have paid back in Australia, and we’ve got a pretty fantastic healthcare system to rely on.

Of course, Korea’s also a country that is relatively new to Western medicine. Don’t be surprised if concerned co-workers ply you with various herbal remedies. During a vomiting bout earlier this year my employer’s mother brought me some disgusting fruit juice that I had to dilute and microwave before drinking. It very nearly made me vomit again. There’s weird ginseng drinks, disgusting dried herbal powders you’re supposed to chew or mix into water depending on who you speak to, and the various old wive’s tales as well.

“Eat kimchi,” is a common one. I was told to treat my current diarrhea with that particular spicy cabbage dish. I opted for the more conventional mix of bananas and dry toast. Now excuse me while I return to my porcelain throne…