I don’t know why this block would be embedded in the concrete wall that surrounds someone’s house. Was it once a kind of peep hole to see what’s going on outside the wall? A mistake? An art project?
There were some heavy rains last month and the stepping stone bridge across the Namdae River was underwater. This is normal flooding level for the river and there was no state of emergency. The sign on the gate says, “Danger. No entry when the river is flooded.” Duh.
For those who wonder about these things, the film was Kodak Ultramax 400 and the camera was a Nikon F6 (I’m 95% sure).
Lined up against an autumn harvest sky,
the rice stalks sway to the paddy frogs’ croaking knell,
their ripe heads pale and bowed
in dread of the choking hand
I don’t know what camera I used to make these photographs, but it was either the Nikon F6 or the FM3a. I think it was probably the FM3a because I seem to remember focusing manually. When I got the scans back I also remember thinking that although the FM3a’s viewfinder only shows 93% of what will appear on the film, the lab seemed to send back scans that were only about 90% of what was on the film. This happens now and then and is one of the aggravations of using film. It didn’t matter that much for these photographs (except the scooter photo, maybe) – it’s just an annoyance.
It was an overcast day when I went out with the camera, so the colours are muted. But this cheap-o film produces some very nice colours. It’s a shame the large amount of grain prevents large prints.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy these glimpses of what the streets of Korea look like.
I seem to recall carefully setting up a tripod to photograph this chair against the yellowish wall of a run-down fishing tackle shop in Anmok. It was early morning and there were very few people around. As I was making the photo, the owner, an old woman in a loose dress, came out and glared at me. I finished making the photo and scurried off.
Anmok was once a collection of tired houses, raw fish restaurants, and coffee vending machines. Anmok became well-known for the dozens of coffee vending machines lining the main road of the village and it was something to come and see. Developers sniffed out an opportunity, and in a few years the old houses and shops and vending machines were gone, replaced by franchised coffee shops and a Starbucks. There is no charm left in the area now, but money is being made hand over fist by people who may have never even been to the village . . . .
Although this looks like a lorry highway gang fight, they are actually all parked down by the river where there are large parking lots for vehicles like this. I made this photo from Hoesan Bridge.
A road goes all the way around Jukheon Reservoir and you can see everything from tombs to farms to woods to pensions to gateball courts to men fishing next to No Fishing signs. It’s normally quiet at the reservoir – there are few cars driving around and it’s not a tourist spot.
It’s a six kilometre bicycle ride from my apartment to the artificial lake, so by the time I arrive, look around, and make some photos, I’m pretty thirsty. Sometimes I sit by the side of the road with a thermos of tea and enjoy a view like the one in the photo above. More often than not I’ll sit by some graves and enjoy a cool drink. The dead don’t seem to mind, they’re quiet, and I tip a small libation as payment for the seat.
The new semester starts soon and the problem of what to eat for dinner while at the university is coming up again. This is important because I’m trying to lose weight and eating proper meals at regular times is an important part of my diet.
There are five options for eating dinners during the semester, as far as I can see. I’m lucky enough this term to be able to eat at 12 or before on all days expect Fridays, when I finish at 1:00. I can go home then, so Friday is not a problem. Anyway, the options. I can eat at the faculty cafeteria, at an off-campus restaurant, at the restaurants in the student centre, bring something to eat from home, or come home each day for my dinner. There are problems with each of these options, which is why meals are such a hassle while working.
The university has a faculty cafeteria that is slightly cheaper than going to a restaurant and you can eat as much as you like, This sounds ideal, but the food quality has steadily been declining as the price has been increasing. Also, Koreans love seafood and it’s on the menu very often. I can’t stand seafood. The food at the cafeteria also tends to be on the oily side, so not good for people who are watching their waistline. Finally, there are too many suits in the cafeteria. Korea is a Confucian, hierarchical society and there is a lot of head bobbing to seniors and bosses. To me, as a Westerner, the cafeteria has a formal, stuffy atmosphere that it’s difficult to relax in. When I do eat there, I choose a table in the far corner where I can avoid having to be obsequious. To be fair though, as an outsider, nobody expects me to conform tightly to social norms. Neither am I seen as a part of society, but that’s another post . . . .
My second option is to eat at an off-campus restaurant. Something near school because I don’t have a car. There are restaurants near the university, but there are few ‘general’ restaurants, if you know what I mean. Places that serve common Korean meals such as soybean paste soup, gimchi stew, bibimbap, and so on. A lot of places near the university serve things like burritos (awful ones), or fast foods. Some places don’t even open until the evening. I had a favourite restaurant just outside the side gate whee I was a regular customer for years. The food was delicious, the servings were huge (bad for the diet!), the prices were cheap, and the place was a favourite of students so the atmosphere was relaxed. But when construction began on the university’s Olympic stadium a couple of years ago (the women’s ice hockey rink is on campus), construction workers started to show up at the restaurant. Why not? It was right next to the construction site, the food was cheap, and the large portions just right for people who work hard all day. But as the number of workers started to increase, the number of students dropped off. Prices went up and the food quality went down. The restaurant owners must have gotten filthy rich because of the Olympics, and maybe they didn’t bother to try hard any more. This is just a guess, of course. I went there a couple of days ago in the hopes that it had improved, but the stir-fry sauce was watery, it wasn’t cheap, and the place was full of noisy middle-aged men. So, I think off-campus restaurants are out for me this semester.
That was a lengthy paragraph. Where was I? Oh, yes. Option number three is to eat at the restaurants for students in the student centre. These are reasonably priced but, again, there are no regular meals to be found. There’s a fast food place, a terrible grilled sandwich place, a rice bowl restaurant that’s not too bad but I think it’s all instant ingredients, and there is a Korean snack place that’s fine but it’s hard to make a meal out of the selections. None of these places are very big and it’s difficult to find a table unless you show up very early or very late.
The next option is to bring something from home to eat at school like a sandwich. There are no staff break rooms at the university, so what I can bring is limited. Nothing I need to warm up, for sure. A lack of faculty lounges means that I have to eat at my desk, which health professionals say is not good for you. The university has some pleasant outdoor areas with trees and benches which would be lovely places to enjoy a sandwich in warm weather if they weren’t so poisoned with cigarette smoke. Every time the university creates a park-like area on campus it’s immediately taken over by hordes of smokers. I complained a couple of times to the university but their reaction was, “We can’t do anything about that.” Why do they bother to put up No Smoking signs, then?
The final option of going home for dinner is not very practical. It’s only a fifteen minute walk to my apartment, but that’s thirty minutes total and I would have to cook and eat as well. I would get to see the pussy-cat, though . . . .
So, those are my choices for the semester. I think what I’ll do is look around for some off-campus restaurants that maybe I didn’t notice before, turn off my computer and monitor and bring a book to read while I eat at my desk, and go to the faculty cafeteria when there’s no seafood on the menu. And be careful about how much food I pile on my plastic tray while going through the line . . . .