A can, but like no other

Cardboard box.jpgThe boxes we had to send were huge. I mean, they weighed more than my daughter who is 20 months old. All told, we managed to send about 75kg through the post. That’s more than I actually weigh. Kimchi box.jpgBut, the most revealing thing seen at the local post office were can specifically designed to package and send Kim-chi. Wow. These were made of tin, and had a re-sealable lid. Obviously the senders and Korea post take this sort of thing seriously. I just love marmite, just as well it comes in 500g jars. In comparison, these can probably take a 2 or 3 kilos of Kim-chi.

Kim-chi, is Koreas’ national food. But since, it’s a product of fermentation, it also can smell if you’re not used to it. Personally, I like my kim-chi aged. It’s more sour but less fiery. The opposite is true for young kim-chi. One conceivable probable with the ‘kim-chi can’ would be that fermentation produces gas. Leave the can long enough unrefrigerated, it can lead to a explosive and smelly broken parcel.

The Sontaran, the snowman, and the long trek

Another hike, but the twist this time was that the weather. Though cooperative, it was very cold. Freezing in fact. I have to admit that I almost gave up, as my stomach, which was getting a strong, updraught of cold wind. One, right up the bracket you might say. I had on my scarf and down jacket. Ben, had simply zipped up his jacket up to his neck. He honestly looked like a Sontaran, a character from the Doctor Who series. He even gave a brief rendition of their battle chant. We both laughed at the chant, and the reference. Doctor Who is something we both knew. The target destination, as usual, was Yongsan station, and the electronics market.

Starting from Gu-il station, we started trekking up one of the Han rivers smaller tributaries was a wasteland of dirt and occasional parks. At one point we passed policemen doing their P/t. They might even have been trainees, but we we’re sure. The head instructor stood next to a PA, with maybe the intent of doing some karaoke numbers later to tired trainees. Before that, we walked past a driving course, the sort found at driving schools in Korea, except 75% the size. It might have been for training, but only for very small cars.

Ben and I had done this route once in the past, and before all the landscape was different, and now it was finished.

We reached the junction where the stream met the Han river. We sat, and rested, trying to work out the kinks and cramping we both had. I had particular problems with my right shoulder. It would be with great relief that I put down my bag on the hotel bed later that afternoon.

In the homestretch to Yongsan station was the electronics market. I commented positively that the actual market was a mere 300 metres distant. A grunt was Ben’s reply, as his feet were sore, and in retrospect, so were mine, I just hadn’t realised it. My new hiking shoes, bought in New Zealand off of a pal of mine who ran the shop, ironically were Asics. A Korean brand. Still they fit, and did the job. A new pair of shoes, broken in and christened.

After making a small purchase at Seong-in plaza, we continued onto Yongsan station and it’s relative comforts of low teenage┬áCelsius┬átemperatures.

Ohhh, it’s Doctor Who!

I played an episode for the students and it was received with great interest. Students even stayed after class to watch it. Possibly because it had Korean sub-titles, and perhaps it was new and exciting. Okay so it was just the Slitheen, which I find boring, but the episode which really caught their interest was one featuring a Dalek. 40 years on, they, and the Doctor still have the ability to accure interest.

I was amazed and happy that they were interested. Yay for Doctor Who!