Korean Vice I: Alcohol

In this city there are about as many bars as there convenience stores (for a measurement of convenience store frequency, see my previous blog post on the subject). A lot of the bars’ entrances have a structure that sticks out of the ground, and a stairway just inside the door that descends below. It really gives it the “underground” feel.

In most cultures, the weekend bears the highest concentration of people drinking to the point of intoxication. While this is also true in Korea, the weekdays put up a stiff competition. Let’s say you are walking around Seoul’s streets on- a Tuesday, for example. You are likely to encounter a group or lone person stumbling along the sidewalk, having to pause every few steps to regain their balance. The first night I was here I was outside my building and a man was walking by, alone, on the sidewalk. He was very excited about something, and was pumping his fist in the air periodically, speaking as if he were part of a revolution with rebels all around him. Except, he was alone. He was drunk, and was slurring his words. Even though I don’t know the Korean language, I know enough to know that slurring is slurring. He then walked up to a nearby flagpole and with force, punched it once, as one would a punching bag. I could not help but smile in reminiscence of cronies like Mike Andrews.

Another time I was outside the building, reading on these various stone-wall/bench things. Several benches down from me was a guy eating something he had purchased at the convenience store. He vomited on the ground, then collected himself. He got up and walked to the next bench over, to sit down there, perhaps to disassociate himself from his regurgitated filth which still remained by the adjacent bench, I suppose. Not long after, he vomited again, and then proceeded to migrate to the next bench. He did this a total of four times- it was quite hysterical- each time moving a bench closer to the one I sat on. My business carried me elsewhere before I could have found myself a bench-mate.

One time we were waiting for one of our cronies while they were in the convenience store. Across the street was one of those underground bars. A guy came out and walked up the street and past us. He was walking slowly and unsteadily. With every third or fourth step he let out some vomit, yet he not once broke his slow-and-steady pace. He left a trail behind him with splats here, blots there. The bouncers outside the club called it to the attention of a cleaning crew who happened to be sitting on the wall on our side of the street and they were quickly dousing each offended area with kitty litter or disinfectant, I forget. Then I think they followed him into an alley to deal with them.

As I mentioned, binge drinking on weeknights is not uncommon. Sometimes we’ll go eat after work and there’s plenty of outdoor tables with hoards of businessmen, each with a tall beer or two. And though this next fact is a bit peripheral to this post’s topic, its curiousness begs my digression: we once reached a stretch of a few minutes in which the tables and their occupants on the block had reached a generally quiet span of time. Suddenly, and without warning, the table next to us, consisting of about ten businessmen, broke out into a chorus of applause, unaccompanied by any verbal remark. It lasted about three seconds before ending as abruptly as it began, at which the table’s occupants gathered their things to leave.

It is normal, on a weeknight, for many a businessmen to drink enough to the point where their friends have to carry them home- then go to work early the next morning as if it didn’t happen. Also, from time to time I will see that kind of drunk peeing in a sewer grate over here, pissing in an alley over there. It’s funny because at times your path gives you not option other than walking into his vicinity during the act, so you just give him the benefit of the doubt and pretend it’s not happening.

Alcohol laws are a bit more relaxed than they are in many U.S. states, by which I mean that there is no law requiring separate “liquor stores.” Right now if I wanted to I could ride the elevator down to the convenience store in my building and buy some beer or wine. I know that’s not a new concept for many of you but I, being a crony who spent most of his living time in Massachusetts and Rhode Island, find it a bit of a foreign concept. Korean Alcohol laws are more relaxed in other subtle ways, too. And for every Janus there is an equal and opposite Janus. While the U.S. has places like CVS or Walgreens with built-in pharmacies, Korean law requires prescription drug pharmacy stores to stand on their own.

Due in the future: “Korean Vice II”

Omija!: If You’re Divisible By Eleven, You’re O.K. By Me

At midnight, which is in a few short hours, my 22nd birthday arrives. If you want to get technical, since I am in Korea and 13 hours ahead, it will be at my Korean Time 1:00 PM when the day arrives on the East Coast of America, where I was born and raised, etc. However, I think one should consider a real birthday the one that arrives where you ARE at that point in time- where you exist. Should people in Dartmouth or Providence wait until THEIR midnight, thirteen hours after mine, to celebrate in the streets, so be it. But as far as I’m concerned, I have four hours left in my twenty-first year. Which brings me to an important point- If anyone out there is considering any kind of job in an Asian country…ponder this: Your birthday would arrive sooner than it will back home, as mine is about to. Once again, I have nailed a loophole to beat the system.

Of the five international teachers at our school, three of us have birthdays in October. In order to celebrate this tri-umph-arate, the crew ventured this weekend in style to a restaurant on the Intercontinental Hotel’s top floor. It is connected to the COEX Mall, Convention and Exhibition Center. Just look at the view from our private room, and by all means please feel free to be jealous.

Now I am not someone who needs exquisite food to be happy. Nor do I find that watching the Food Network for more than 5 seconds is ever worthwhile. But sometimes it’s okay to live it up. Allow me to now present the photo-worthy courses in that night’s divine meal.

<- Here is the Salmon. Divine. Perfectly Moist. Showered in Lemon. Accompanied by a streak of red pepper paste.

<- On the left side of the plate you see a long strip of ribs. On the right, steak. In the middle, veggie-things.

Now I must explain what Omija is. It’s a non-alcoholic punch-like drink that I have encountered a few times in my Korean restaurant explorations of the upscale kind. It seems to be something out of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory because the idea is that it stimulates all five taste buds simultaneously. It is made from some kind of berry. I’d say the dominating flavors are sweet and tart and YET it is somehow to a degree good for you. I told the staff at work how much I loved it, so they gave me directions to a place I may be able to buy some from (it’s not something you can buy in a supermarket or convenience store). Below, you see an Omija-flavored sorbet dessert thing. It was so theatrical because it was brought out in this bowl inside a bowl, the outer parameter surrounded by bubbling and rising smoke/steam: a chemical reaction made possible by dry ice and water. I thought it was wonderful for both eye and mouth.

THEN. I thought my Omija endeavors were done for the night, but the staff surprised me with a present- a bottle of Omija extract! It was made by one of the staff members, who bought the berries and crushed them down into the extract, which you mix at a ten-to-one ratio with water to create a full glass of the punch. I’ve already had a few glasses of it this weekend and I consider it one of the most thoughtful gifts of all time. It even said on the label, in Korean, “Alex Donnelly Teacher Enjoy Omija!” or something along those lines.

Then out came the cake and holy Toledo. Biggest, tastiest cake I’ve ever seen/had, complete with authentic pineapple and kiwi on the top layer. And you have to love the two message panels, written with dark chocolate on white chocolate, which bear nothing but truth. I also graciously received a new scarf which I have been wearing ever since. I currently sport it in my new Skype picture.

In 1998 I was excited to turn 11 years old because it was divisible by 11 and was the same number (one) twice. When I turned 12 I was disappointed to put that phase in the past, but looked forward with eagerness towards the next time it would happen. As Bukowski said, “And here it is.”To those who have made this birthday celebration wonderful I am greatly indebted to your kindness. You have collectively made up one reason on a list of hundreds why this is one of the best and happiest times of my life!



Long days and pleasant nights!

On Korean Thanksgiving

This past Saturday was the holiday that is the Korean equivalent of what we know in the U.S. as Thanksgiving. It is called, pronounced in English phonetics, Chew-Sawn. For one it meant that I had a long weekend, for which I give many thanks. From what I understand, Chew-Sawn is a more public-gathering celebration, though that does not exclude families enjoying traditional Chew-Sawn dishes at home, in thanksgiving-paralleled abundance. On this day I went to a big festival thing at “The Village,” which is open most of the year but has featured on this day more music, activities and food.

A big part of the whole ordeal is tradition, and I love that about it.

One element is playing traditional Korean games. Here you see a game that is similar to ring toss, only you try to throw those long darts into the holes on that structure for points. And don’t step over the line, of course! You can see that boy faithfully adhering to that rule.

Here you see a couple of mechanisms that add up to a game in which you use that stick and move with it to keep the metal mini-hula-hoop thing rolling. I’m not sure if there’s a game you can play with it, or stunts to be performed, but there were a lot of areas in which the clanging of those things was rampant. I love the idea that this man is passing on the game to another young generation.

Here you see a giant swing that you stood on in order to swing! There was a gigantic line of kids eager to take their turn on the swing. It was funny, because this boy riding it here, while not making any audible sounds to indicate so, was visibly scared, but I’m sure deep down he knew it was completely worth the wait.

Another tradition. Throughout everywhere we went on this day, many children (mostly about age ten and under) were wearing traditional Korean garb. You can see that in a few of these pictures. I only saw a few adults wearing this kind of thing. One of the people I was with told me that the kids LOVE wearing that kind of outfit…it’s the ultimate game of dress-up, but it of course goes deeper than that- perhaps in a way these children do not fully comprehend, yet.

I was jealous of these kids and, when it presented itself, seized the opportunity to join in on the fun. For what is about 80 cents in the U.S., I got to try on this traditional Korean outfit and had some pictures taken. I felt like a king. I could wear clothes like that more often. Ladies, don’t you want to be my Queen? Yesnoyesno? Yes.

Rice and Rice-cake related treats are a big part of Korean cuisine, especially concerning dessert. Here, kids and adults alike were welcome to take a few swinging bashes at that mass of soon-to-be rice cake, as was the traditional pre-machines way of preparing it. I could not resist putting here two pictures of the kids I witnessed; the second girl was so cute in that she could barely lift the hammer.

What you see prepared here is a very specifically arranged feast which is created in honor of someone when they pass away. The foods selected and even the order and manner in which they are arranged on the table corresponds to a very specific tradition. Certain foods pointing to the north and south poles, etc.

Finally, what you see here is a Time Capsule. It was created, stored and sealed in 1994, which was the sixth-hundredth anniversary year of Seoul’s being named the capital city of Korea. The capsule contains 300 objects representative of life in Korea, new and old, up to that point in history. The Time Capsule will be opened in the year 2394, four hundred years after it was initially sealed, which will then be the 1,000th anniversary of Seoul’s being the capital. Such a sight isn’t much to see at surface value. But the idea that specifically selected items and artifacts (the specifics of which are kept secret) meant to represent Korean life are locked in there, and will be for a few hundred years, creates a huge presence of mystery and curiosity to anyone who walks up to it. I testify to that. Engraved around the top surface around the edjes [sic] are words of well wishes from Mayors that were of other capital cities in 1994- France, India, China, etc. This undertaking was championed by Seoul’s 1994 mayor, and I think that in many ways it is a truly selfless endeavor, to create something that in most ways will only have its true payoff long after its creators have passed away. But let’s not kid ourselves- that mayor’s name is on a huge preface inscription at the display’s entrance, and his legeacy is tied to it- he is obviously going down in history.

Changdeokgung Palace

I was fortunate enough to take a tour of what is called the Changdeokchung Palace, located north of the river that runs through Seoul. The word ‘Palace’ in this context does not refer to one specific building, but rather to a series of many across an expansive tract of property. The royal families/dynasties throughout Korean history lived at this site continuously until the last Queen died there in 1989. Now, the country employs a democratically-run system of presidential elections. The first president was elected in 1987, right before the nation’s capital, Seoul, hosted the Olympics in 1988.




















This first picture I took shows Injeongjeon, the main palatial throne hall. This was the most important site of major state affairs. The coronation of new kings of Korea occurred here, as well as the ceremonious reception of important foreign diplomats. If you look at the raised walkway(s) in the center of this courtyard, you will notice that there are actually three leveled paths. These were used for introductory processions for those kinds of ceremonies. The middle walkway is the highest, upon which the King, Queen, and other highest nobles walked upon. You NEVER walked on that highest tier unless you were large and in charge. The other two walkways on either side of that middle one are a bit lower, and were for all the important nobles of authority. Once the tour guide explained this, she enthusiastically invited us to proceed through the courtyard on the center path. I was a little hesitant, questioning my worthiness, and almost wasn’t going to, but the person I was with made me.

You will also notice, on either side of the three walkways, what appears to be a long stretch of gravestones. However, engraved on those stones are names of people and their ranks. During processions, the respective person stood by their stone. They begin at the highest rank nearest to the temple and work their way back.

If you look closely on the left and right edges of the top layer roof, you can see notches on top that extend to the tips. I believe there are nine. These are small gargoyle statues, put there to ward off demon sprits from the area of the building and palace. There is good luck and karma to be had based on the number of these defender-gargoyles placed on a palace roof. You ALWAYS put an odd number on each side the roof, NEVER even. Even more particularly, you either had to put 3, 5, 7, 9, or 11. I think this one has nine. The number chosen often reflects how high-ranking in society the affairs of that building are.

The building itself bears the appearance of a two story building. However, inner inspection reveals it to be a one story palace with a luxurious ceiling. You can see a picture of the chamber within below, with the throne and the like.


We eventually proceeded to what is called the “Secret Garden(s),” which were places of repose and meditation for the royal family and company. There is a pond in the middle, with fish, and smaller huts for relaxation around it, complete with gardens with many different types of plants and bushes. I could imagine myself here reading for hours, as a prince in a royal dynasty or whatever.

You can also see here, in the picture below, a large set of stairs leading up to a building with a royal library and reading room, which overlooks that secret garden pond. You can see the three doorways near the foot of the stairs. The rules about rank that I mentioned on the three-leveled walkway apply to the passing through of those doorways as well.

We were also shown the nightly resting places of the King and Queen, who both always slept under different roofs. This is in accordance with Confucianism, which also decreed that the woman never left her separate chamber to go see her husband. The King, however, could leave his hold to go see his wife, since, under that philosophy, men were supposed to fulfill the active, dominant role and female the passive. But what if the Beatles made a surprise one-time appearance on Ed Sullivan, and only the wife happened to catch it? Too bad. She couldn’t tell the Mr.; he’d just have to wait 50 years to catch it on YouTube.

Finally, here is a picture of our tour guide. Every day, there are about ten or fifteen tours that you can join with a tour guide speaking in Korean, about three or four in English, and two in Japanese. Before the tour began she moseyed through the crowd, inquiring where the tour participants’ home countries were. I was the only one from the U.S.! There was a large group of tourists from Canada, who came on a bus as part of some larger thing and all wore tags around their necks that had that red leaf or whatever from the Canadian Flag. There were also a few people from Hungary. The tour guide was interesting. She wore a headset which connected to a box-speaker on her belt to amplify her voice. Most of the words she said were pronounced in the sort of manner in which you would say certain syllables extremely meticulously, like Chris Tucker trying to get his message across to Jackie Chan when they meet at the airport at the beginning of Rush Hour. And also, you HAVE to love the parasol. My love for parasols was created by my initial encounter with them in the game Animal Crossing. One time, senior year I went for a random walk alone on the PC campus at night, and it wasn’t raining either, but I brought an umbrella. For a goof. I encountered none other than Kennedy King, who asked, “What’s with the umbrella?” I answered, it’s actually a parasol. He then emoted a look of comprehension and approval, nodded his head, and said something along the lines of, “Bad-ass.”

The Coex Mall

I wish I could somehow convey just how big Seoul’s Coex Mall is, but I can’t. Many readers of this blog are probably familiar with the Providence Place mall, which is decent in size. But the Coex is immense by comparison, and its intricate (and borderline confusing) multi-level size and modern feel completely trumps it.

It is only about a ten minute walk from the place I live. It has both indoor and outdoor areas. The map console you see here, located at one of the mall’s billion entrances, displays the mall’s different levels, spots, and stores. This map is a touch screen, and you can click on locations to discover more information about events, sales, and general announcements, etc.
I wish I could tell you more about this display here, but I can’t read Korean characters (yet). What you see here are numerous pairs of cardboard-framed red-tint glasses. They were free for the taking. My assumption (a product of my well-known genius intellect, see: CNN) is that they are for some sort of scavenger hunt. Perhaps you scour the mall scavenger-hunt style to look for clues on displays that are only perceptible using these (potentially 3-D) glasses. Maybe the prize is a car. Maybe it’s a free hamburger. Maybe it isn’t. But the mall has McDonald’s, as you see here, Burger King, Pizza Hut, and even a Quizno’s.

I was told by folks on the inside back in the states that Quizno’s is generally a notoriously unprofitable franchise to open. But the one in the Coex Mall survives, apparently. Hell, Wal-Mart tried to make it in Korea but was driven out of business by a Korean-owned competitor named E-Mart. Go figure! More on that in the future.

They have a very large and well-renowned bookstore in the mall, which had a considerably large section of books in English (and a section in Japanese, too). The first time I went to that bookstore I quickly stumbled upon the Korean-translation Harry Potter books! The ones here are all in paperback though, and they aren’t that big- so the last book, for example, was divided into four or five parts, each of which was contained in a separate book. Gyp, I say! I wonder if the books are available in an un-segmented form, perhaps only in hardcover.

I went to an arcade in the Coex mall- pretty similar to U.S. arcades. There are many large up-to-date games, but the row of games you see here (there is another row directly behind it that is equally as long) is a mix. The consoles are all the same shape but include both games with ps3 graphics as well as classics like Tetris and Bust-A-Move (similar to “snood”, if that helps). I spent 500 won each on two games of Tetris, which means about 40 cents per play. In both attempts I couldn’t make it past the third round, but I’ll be back. Maybe I’ll become Seoul’s first internationally known Tetris champ. Maybe I won’t. But jup my words, thank ya.

I also could not help but venturing into the Nintendo store, which was state of the art, complete with DS’s and games in the display window rotating on platforms for the eyes to adore. You see here a large row of seats with handheld games (DS’s, most likely) that you can pick up and try. “The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess” had a huge display setup as well as couple of large flat screen TV’s featuring that game’s footage throughout the store. I think that game was released simultaneously with the launch of the Wii (2006) in the U.S., but apparently it’s still a big deal here. Also pictured are a few instant-classic DS games, featured here in their Korean formats.




Finally, movies are a big deal here, and I was told that about 70% of new movies released in major theaters here are American Hollywood movies with Korean subtitles. The picture here is a poster for the new movie “Gamer,” an action movie that I saw trailers for before no less than two movies in the summer of 2009. Though I have not seen its inside, apparently the movie theater in the Coex mall is very large and nice. If I can, I’d like to go see that new Mike Judge movie, and maybe it having Korean subtitles will help me take another step towards understanding the Korean language.

Barbra Walters Has Nothing on my View

I live on one of the top-most floors in this thirty-floor building. What you see here is my bedroom, which (as you see) just beyond is a small enclosed porch-type area looking out onto the heart of Seoul. I have dividers that I can pull down to block the sunlight, providing me access to darkness when I need it (for sleep, etc.).

This second photo was taken by me, looking out of my room's window. I decided it would be appropriate to present these photographs in the largest format possible, to give you as much of an idea as possible just how MASSIVE the environment I live in is (though these photographs can by no means capture it completely). At the busy points of the day that street below (it has no name, if you recall) can get pretty busy, but I will say that it is never clogged or symptomatic of what is known as a "traffic jam" common in a location such as New York City. More on the differences in Korean road and traffic laws later.

Finally, below I present to you the more up-looking spectrum of the horizon visible from my room's perspective. Though you cannot see it here, to the left of that taller building on the left side of the picture is a large field of trees, which is a sort of park. You can actually see here, to the left of that same building, an open field with a walkway on it, which leads to a temple- this is part of that park. When I have some time I will explore that park with more up-close pictures. For now, I will simply say that this is an absolutely wonderful sight to percieve when I wake up each morning, and I truly cannot think of a more suitable way to begin each day.

Lotte World

Yesterday was one of the most bizarre experiences of copyright infringement I have ever experienced- yet somehow, the place is still in business (Disney hasn’t sued). Yestderday I went to “Lotte World,” which is owned by a gigantic multi-industry corporation, called Lotte. "Lotte World" is a Disneyworld-esque indoor amusement park. As huge as it is, the park is just one part of a gigantic building that includes stores, restaurants, a large public skating rink, and a cultural history museum.

We began our day touring the history museum, which began with exhibits on cavemen and progressed chronologically through Korean history. As you see in the pictures here, there were large-scale models of the people in the different time periods. The first one is Paleolithic folk hunting, the second one, men toiling at Korea’s first version of the printing press. There were also models of important iconic landmarks and buildings, with little models of people to show how they would have been arranged in traditional ceremonies.



<-------A very large scale model of an old Epic Temple Meeting Place





Then we went to Lotte World. This picture of the ice skating rink gives you an idea of the general layout of the place, but the picture really doesn’t give you a sense of just how vast the place is (there is an outdoor section as well). The park area had lots of rides and games, which appeared all the more funny to me after having just watched the movie “Adventureland” during my flight to Korea from the United States.

One ride we went on was more like a game, in which a group of about 25 people sit on horses that rock, while you shoot a revolver at a huge screen that acts as one Giant Wii…so it knows when you hit the targets in the Western-themed animation sequence that is displayed. You compete for the highest score, and then it took pictures of the top 3 ranking gunslingers-which were displayed on the sceen at the end (I did not place. I’d like to think it was because the Western character who gave instructions and exposition was speaking only in Korean, so I’m sure that I missed a couple of key instructions that, had I known, would have ensured my victory). We also went on some more traditional rides, with their own Korean spin, like a log flume (that was Sindbad the pirate themed) and the rocking boats, and THANK GOD, a merry-go-round. I commented that it had been about 15 years since I had ridden on a merry-go-round, and that it felt VERY good to be back.

At about 8 pm was the nightly parade, which goes around that top floor’s circular permeter around the ice rink. The lights dimmed and the music went on, with the Lotte World themes, etc. Then a large procession of lit up floats and lit-up dancers gradually made its way around the concourse. It was quite the spectacle, with some very impressive choreography. I could tell that the five year old girl we were with was awestruck with wonder. Let’s not kid ourselves- I was pretty much enchanted, as well. The characters in suits would wave and sometimes pose for pictures. They also came close up to the young ones, occasionally giving them candy.

Finally, you can see in the pictures of the logo and the outdoor castle that the entire theme of the place was designed to look EXACTLY LIKE ANOTHER CERTAIN CORPRATE MONSTER’S THEME PARK SCHEMATIC. I laughed my janus off, noticing all the intentional similarities. The two mascots are named Lotte (Loe-tay) and Lore (which rhymes with Lotte, and the r is pretty much silent). Mickey and Minnie, anyone? It’s just business, and voodoo economics…

iCarly episode: iHeart Mini Stop

A prominent convenience store in America is 7/11, and Korea actually does have a number of them, too. But the convenience store industry, at least from what I have observed in Seoul, is dominated by two companies. They pretty much have the exact same kind of store.

The first is “Mini Stop.” They are all over the place. You can’t walk two blocks (in any direction) without going past one. I think Mini-Stop is a brilliant and hilarious name. First of all, they really are mini. Each one has three aisles, similar to a place like PC Mart. But, the aisles are short in height- they reach about my shoulders, and I’m not a tall person. They are also short in length, the average person could take about three or four steps and get from one end to the other. In general, the entire store is packed in tightly, yet you don’t feel claustrophobic when you walk within. It’s efficient.

There is a “Mini Stop” (again, isn’t that such a great and cute name?) attached to the lobby of the building I live in, which is very nice. There are two entrances to the lobby: you could walk into the mart and swipe your card into the building from that side door, or just go through the front door. More to come on the amazingness of my building in a future update.

The main competitor for Mini Stop is “Family Mart.” You can find these littered about the city just as often as the Mini Stop, if not a little bit more. I find the name Family Mart funny too, because it suggests the imagery that a large, loving family of five should take a trip down to the ‘Mart to pick up snacks/convenience store items for the week…with an aura of wholesome excitement in the air. What’s funny about this hypothetical scenario is that if a family of a mere five people all went into one Family Mart, it would be noticeably and inconveniently crowded for other customers.

The clerks that work the register at continence stores are very quick-acting. When you give your things to be scanned they do so very fast. The first time I bought a couple of items from that store I was still in the process of orienting myself with the value of the Korean Currency (won, also to be covered in more detail in a future post). I was shifting through my wallet and sort of reaching for a 10,000 won bill (which is green), not really knowing what to pay with. He saw my 5,000 won bill (blue) and imperatively pointed at it, uttering a brief remark (in Korean) that it was the bill he wanted.

Once I gave it to him and he gave me my change, our transaction was complete. In Korea once you have finished doing business in this manner, the employee concludes the affair with a social-ritualistic bow. You might envision a drawn-out, almost ninety degree bow, like in movies, i.e. when Morpheus fights Neo in the training program (STOP TRYING TO HIT ME AND HIT ME!!!). But, the bows from a convenience store clerk, in fitting with the quick-acting vibe of Seoul, bow only a little, and very quickly, but never (at least in my experience in this area thus far) without at least some sort of smile to convey approval and good wishes.

On Addresses, and Taxis

In Korea, addresses are less specific than they are in the U.S. (and many other places). In your typical United States neighborhood, your street has a name and each building has a number. The numbers down the street are in order. You tell the taxi driver "I want to go to 21 Jump Street," and he gets there accordingly, wether it be a GPS or a combination of road familiarity and logic.

In Korea though, the street names are limited and there are no assigned building numbers. The studio apartment complex I live in has a name, and the most specific element of my address (not including the room number) is that name of the building. The next most specific element is the district of Seoul I live in- Gangnam-Gu. There is no street name and no number in between.

Insanity, right? Just asking for confusion? When you get in a taxi, how are you supposed to explain where to drive? (Taxi fares are cheap, by the way, about a quarter or a third of a typical fare in somewhere like NYC, I was told.)

The know-how of taxi drivers (or any driver) is based on memory, made easier by the whereabouts of iconic landmarks. When the cab driver asks you where to go, all you say is, "Okay, drive near the Trade Building on the west end." or "Please go to the Hyndai building." Then, when you finally get to that area, you start giving him more specific instructions by pointing, explaining, etc. until it leads to your destination.

I think that is a beautiful idea, that the citizens here are so in touch with their lands that they do not need numbers or streets.

One more note about taxis. When I was riding mine from the airport to my new pad, there were occasionally a barrage of frantic noises coming out of the large gps console. The school's associate director explained to me that the car's computer knows what the speed limit is of the area it's driving through at any given moment. There are radars along the road that, if they catch you speeding, take a picture of your license plate which is included with the speeding ticket that is mailed to your house.

So, if you're exceeding that speed limit (in kilometers per hour, by the way), then sounds from the gps start to chirp at you...i.e., a soundclip of a young korean female voice yelling HEY! (among other things), and, I SWEAR TO GOD, the sound effect from the old Sonic the Hedgehog games when you ran through a checkpoint.

I'm not messing with you. Want proof? I don't have it. Believe me. But I do have another interesting fact--- I've encountered numerous cashier machines in the U.S. that feature the sound effect of Sonic grabbing a ring. Other side of the world. Just sayin'.

I've Arrived (And To Prove It I'm Here)

Good evening. This is the first post in a blog that will publically document my adventures in the Republic of Korea, which began (on time) on Tuesday, September 7, 2009.

I flew into Incheon Airport at about 4 am and was picked up by the school's Associate Director. I've never had someone I've never met before waiting for me at the arrivals section of an airport, holding a sign with "Mr. Alex Donnelly" on it. In the past I had only seen it in movies, and for other rich folk at the airport. This was one of many firsts.

The airport is on a small island off the coast of Seoul, so we took a cab into the heart of the city, where I am to live, where I write from as you read this. She gave me the lowdown of my apartment which is VERY NICE. Studio Apartment, I am on the 29th floor. AMAZING view out of my window which, the entire wall is glass, and overlooks many tall buildings. In one area behind some buildings is a very large park. between the hours of 7 and 8 am, before a nap, I walked around the perimeter of the park. It was large. It was a nice solitary journey, watching the everyday rustle and bustle of such a densely populated areas.

There is already, not even 24 hours into my stay here in Korea, very very much to say, a large amount of it interesting. But, it will come in installments.

Cheers, Alex.