I have reached halftime on my contract this month and it feels like time has flown by. I have been busy being cold as all hell over the winter and keeping warm with alcohol and warm floors, so I haven’t been working on this here blog that much (as you may have noticed). I decided to just write a few anecdotes of my time here the last few months instead of using the last format I was using. I hope you enjoy.
What I Learned About the West in a Korean Ski Resort Parking Lot
Upon reaching Oak Valley resort with some friends, and meandering through the packed parking lot, it occurred to me that there is something different here. I don’t mean the hordes of Koreans, because that is pretty normal back home – it was the total acceptance of chaos. In the West we love money, but it occurred to me that day that there is one thing we love more than money – order. We have rules for our parking lots (which may cause people to leave if its full) because we love order so much. In this parking lot they were cramming people where there were no spots because they wanted everyone to spend their money. They have accepted chaos as part of the routine. There is no turning someone away because the parking spaces are all filled up – no way sir – park on the grass or in front of one of the lanes of traffic.
I knew it was crazy here in Asia, and it never occurred to me before, but chaos is not a byproduct of being unorganized, it is accepted outright. This is generally true of everywhere I have been so far in Asia. It seems so crazy to us westerners because we are used to order being so important to us, but it is not that important here. It is creeping in like other Western ideas however, but not at the forefront yet. I should point out that I don’t mean class order like social hierarchy, because that has a long history here, I mean simple rules for walking, parking, and other daily occurrences. And yes we have rules for walking even though you might not think about it. We walk on the right, we always choose the right side when passing someone going the other way. If we didn’t we might bump someone and it would be “our fault” or rude. That rule doesn’t exist here. There are not “sides” to walk on here. Driving is only slightly more organized because it’s too dangerous to have it that chaotic. Red lights are suggestions, not so much of a rule. And driving on the sidewalk seems to be accepted, in certain circumstances, especially for motorbikes. Lining up is another example of order that is not important here. When a place, like a bank, wants to have some order they don’t use lines for their customers they use number tickets. Getting Koreans to line up is too hard of a task to accomplish so they don’t even try.
Just my opinion, but perhaps this is partially responsible for Korea’s economy being on the rise. Spending less money on rules and organizing can make a big difference to your bottom line. Either way it is something I am getting used to now, but worries me when I go back home. I might have to re-learn how to walk.
My Washing Machine Hates Guess Jeans
I have been doing laundry for a little while now, and I have had no reason to fear my machines – I’m not John Conners. Recently, I had a little trouble with my machine. I put one pair of jeans in my machine and they came out with a hole in the knee. At first, I figured this was usual wear and tear. It was on the knee – it happens. I went and bought some new jeans to make up for them. Then, I put another pair of jeans in the washing machine about a week later and they came out with the entire right side of the hip torn off. I have washed t-shirts, towels, everything else in there and had no problems, but both of my Guess jeans were destroyed. The obvious conclusion is that my machine hates Guess jeans. I am buying new jeans (not Guess) and attempting to wash them to test my theory. We shall see how this goes. When I mentioned this issue to my boss she informed me that I should use a bag for them so they don’t get ruined. I wasn’t told this previously, but it turns out Korean washing machines are a little temperamental (or just mental). Now I’m a little worried about being around it alone at night incase it decides to start the uprising in cahoots with my croaking refrigerator. This may be my last post, wish me luck.
I Can’t Believe People Aren’t Fat Here
There isn’t a place in this town where you can’t get food. At the lodge of a Ski resort, at the top of each lift, and a few places on the runs too (just in case), for example. Every single platform in every single subway station has a minimart as well (this is not a gross exaggeration either). Not just the food being everywhere, but the amount of food served to you each time you sit down is ridiculous. Banchan, or the side dishes, are served with everything you order at a restaurant, and they are unlimited if you want more. The rule here is simple – fill the table and then add a few more dishes just for shits and giggles. Every eating experience here is a constant space finding adventure. While you eat more stuff keeps coming out.
Oh Yeah, North Korea
I regularly forget how close I am to North Korea and the “threat”. The only time I get reminded of it is when the air raid alarms go off, which isn’t very frequent at all. I was teaching my kindergartners when the last one went off and no one but me seemed to even notice. This is very different than the fear put into Americans during the Cold War and we are thousands of miles closer to the danger here. The reason: There isn’t much to fear.
Why Don’t We Have This In America? The Genius of Korea
When you push the buttons in an elevator back home, you have sealed your fate. There is no turning back. In Korea, you can un-click the buttons. I’m not sure how hard that is to make, but I can’t believe we are still living in the stone ages in America without this. We get that little shit who hits all the buttons and runs out the door, so we stop at every damn floor on the way down. In Korea, that little shit doesn’t exist because you can just hit the buttons again and turn them off.
At the ski resort I usually spend a few minutes wiping my board down with my gloves before putting it into the car because of the snow melting inside the vehicle. We all have this issue, but resorts usually don’t seem to care about our plight. In Korea, they have air hoses at every exit so you can blow the snow off you and your board before even leaving the bottom of the run.
Scissors to cut meat, hello! Works like a dream! I’m not using a knife on the grill ever again, my backyard BBQ’s thank you Korea.
McDonalds delivery. Drinking on the street. Safety.














Every month I am going to write my opinions on different categories of living and teaching English here in Seoul. We shall see how they change. Better or worse, this is Korea.

