The weekend after the Boryeong Mud Festival, I spent time with my other Korean friend, Hyun Ju (the one who lives down the hall in my apartment building). We visited the Damyang Bamboo Forest, also part of a tour group, though much more organized than Daegu Pockets. It was a Korean company, so I was the only foreigner. We left early in the morning, drove south-west and arrived in Damyang, in the province of Jeollanam-do, several hours later. It was a gorgeous drive - we were only on the highway for a bit, and then mostly on smaller roads going around and through beautiful green mountains. The cloudy weather and fog made it even better - just breath-taking. Hyun also packed a bag full of snacks and juice, which didn't hurt.
The bamboo forest was sweltering hot, but gorgeous. It's mostly bamboo of course, but there are also patches of pine trees, as well as a gift shop. I bought some coasters, and Hyun Ju got some more (bamboo-flavored) snacks. We also bought bamboo wine, packaged in an actual piece of bamboo! The forest, although beautiful, is totally typical of Korean tourist sites - as cheesy as possible. For example, there are eight paths going through the forest. They all intersect one another and are impossible to tell apart, but they're all named like they're different and special - the Way of Good Luck, the Way of Old Friend, the Way of Endless Love, the Byway of Recollection...I could write a book about sickeningly cute Korea tries to be!
Here's an abridged tour for you:
It's the Way of Endless Love! No, wait, it's the Way of the Scholar! No, no, it's the Go Up Way of Sengin Mountain!
We went down several paths, but the heat was really getting to us so we headed to a nearby restuarant for some lunch. There, in Damyang, we ate what was possibly the best Korean meal I've had this year. That's really saying something because I LOVE pretty much all Korean food. It was a traditional meal with lots of side dishes, but there were a few bamboo-themed twists: the rice, mixed with nuts, was served in a bamboo stem; we had bamboo in our soup; and there were two different bamboo-shoot sides. I can't describe how delicious it was and how Hyun Ju and I gorged ourselves...we were sitting on the floor and I could barely stand up when we were finished, because I had been so busy stuffing my face that I didn't move the entire time, and had been sitting with my legs crossed for the better part of 45 minutes. I'm seriously going to dream about Korean food, and especially that meal, when I'm back in Wisconsin.
As is so often the case with Korean meals, I couldn't fit it all in one picture. The black pot of soup is the half-way point.
After rolling ourselves back on the bus, we visited a nearby road. I can't remember the name of this road, but it's famous for being really pretty and scenic. There are lots of big trees on either side, and a scene from some movie was also filmed there. It's short enough to walk in twenty minutes, so Hyun Ju and I tried to work off our lunch, while I noticed (and laughed at) all the different ways that people were paying to get themselves down this tiny stretch - you could rent a bicycle, a carriage-thing, or even, apparently, a Big Wheels.
Peace!
Wow...this woman's somewhat excused because she's with a little kid, but I promise you I saw adults riding these things up and down this road ALONE.
Our last stop for the day was the only weak point of the tour. The original schedule had been to visit some other site, and the original tour price was 44,000 won. However, the government decided to subsidize the tour, cutting the cost down to 15,000 won, on the condition that we visit a traditional market instead. These markets are slowly going under as more Koreans visit stores like E-Mart and Home Plus, their answer to Wal-Mart. This market was similar to the one I visited in Seogwipo - like a huge warehouse with dozens of little stalls. You could probably find anything in these places but they're best for fresh seafood, fruits and vegetables. As you can probably imagine, the markets are generally dirty, crowded, and reek like fish and motorcycle exhaust (scooters and motorcycles can drive through them like normal roads). There were more cats than customers.
Sorry to end on a negative note, but I have to say it: the heat in this city is sapping my will to live. I honestly can't stand it. The sweltering humidity, stale air, and glaring sunlight day after day make me CRAZY. Even at night it doesn't cool down - the temperature just flat-lines at about 90 degrees for a solid six weeks every summer after the monsoon season. Luckily my school is more generous than others about using the AC, and they were also kind enough to install it in my apartment. Not all of my friends are so lucky! Anyway, ranting aside, I hope to keep the blog posts comin' as I approach the end of my time here. I have so much to say about this place, but most of it will probably be irrelevant after I leave, so I'm going to try hard to squeeze out a few more posts!
I have air-con AND bamboo wine in my apartment.