Bathroom slippers, just disturbing

It has got to be one of the most adolesent experiences in Korea thus far. For the past week I have (and will return for the next week) at a Yeogwan. Simply put, a yeogwan is a Korean hotel furnished, with the exception of the bed, to Korean standards

Everyday returning from school, I find the bed made up and new towels on the lowboy that sits the TV. I knew that the owner had been inside my room because the bathroom slippers were propped up against the bathroom door sill.

I found it a bit unsettling. Not that it’s clean but that someone other than you have access to what I thought was my private domain.

It’s sort of like revisiting the time when I was a teenager, having your room cleaned, but at least I knew where my stuff was since it was I who made the mess in the first place.

Look beyond the superficial, death only has four blades and a motor

Koreans verermently believe that if you go to sleep, in a sealed room (windows closed) with an electric fan going, you will die.

It’s then rather odd that I spend most Summers doing just that. The closed windows keep out the mossies, and the fan is to keep me cool. Some mornings I’ve woken up in a sweat. Koreans have erroneously linked the death of a person with his death.
One Summer, there was a spate of deaths, all of them attributed to sleeping with a fan on.

Please. Logically, the individuals who died would have from dehydration, or heat stress, or a number of other culminating factors. Electric fans not inclusive.

Up the Su-jeong san, trying to catch a butterfly

An afternoon’s random walk around Eumseong lead me to go up a hill just outside of the township. I couldn’t see (or photograph for that matter) the town on account of the trees. The summit was decked out with grass, two bench seats with no backs, a signboard extolling the local history, and a few random rocks. I sat recovering from my efforts to get to the top, enjoying the open space and quiet. Until I spied three middle aged women following the same trail up as I had climbed. We said our hellos and they continued on down a side track.

On the meadow at the top there fluttered a few butterflies. Not being one to miss a photo opportunity, I must have spent at least 10 minutes trying to capture a decent photograph of the yellow butterfly in flight. Being smaller than airplanes and birds, getting enough butterfly to fill the frame proved to be problematic. The result is what you see before you.