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.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Barbra Walters Has Nothing on my View
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Lotte World
<-------A very large scale model of an old Epic Temple Meeting Place
Then we went to Lotte World. This
Thursday, September 10, 2009
iCarly episode: iHeart Mini Stop
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 r
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.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
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'.
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.
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.
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