When I was traveling through one of Korea’s most popular traditional cities, I can’t recall anything that I saw. I simply don’t remember. I know that I had people-watched. But not the sort of people watching that one does at a cafe, gazing at the locals going about their daily rituals; I watched the other tourists, who were obsessed with their selfie sticks. Read more
I like to go against the grain when I travel. But on Oahu, sometimes it’s safer to conform.
I was only in Tokyo for Sunday and Monday, but surfing Japan was a top priority. Of those two days, however, only the second seemed to promise any swell. A few years prior, I had met a Japanese surfer in Panama; he could only say two words in English: surf and food. When I told him that I wanted to surf in Japan one day, he held up a thumb and said “Chiba. Surf. Enami.” Enami, I figured, from my understanding of the word tsunami and from the constant approval his one thumb kept offering meant “good wave.”
I once had a Korean tour guide in Toronto who, after showing us the old Jewish district, said, “We Koreans are the Jews of the Asians.” It was a funny statement at the time, but after traveling to Korea, I sort of see what he means. First, it’s in the name of the people. For the better part of a millennium, the Koreans were part of the Chosun Dynasty, so, I think it’s fair to say that they are also the Chosun people.
In my last post about Jeju Island, I went into slight detail about Love Land, the sex museum, and the Teddy Bear Museum. That post was pretty PG-13. Now we’re going NC-17; (though the bit about the Teddy Bears is still PG). So if you’re one of those people who get a bit wheezy when someone says “heck” in church or synagogue or in the dairy section of the supermarket, I suggest skipping this one. (Or at least skip past all the penises until you start seeing Teddy Bears.) Consider yourself warned, though feel free to read on… Read more