Glampacking in Bangkok

What is glampacking, you ask? Glampacking is backpacking… with style.

Now don’t get me wrong, this is not something I am at all accustomed to. I’ve not “glampacked” once in my life. In fact, I haven’t showered in days and I haven’t slept in a proper bed in weeks. I hadn’t even heard of the term “glampacking” until we arrived at our hotel in Bangkok and Joanne used the phrase.

“Nice. Nothing like a little glampacking on a mega-budget trip.”

Let me explain something to you. There is something to be said for parents. And there is even more to be said about parents with connections.

A word about my father: he is an amazing, helpful man. He arranged for an old friend of his to take care of us while we were in Bangkok, and take care of us he did. He has an apartment here (a very nice apartment, might I add, with high ceilings and a massive pool and soft leather couches and a bathroom twice as big as my entire apartment in Seoul).

This is how we glampacked around Bangkok, one of the world’s greatest backpacker destinations –

1. Private Driver

There is absolutely nothing in this world better than arriving in a foreign city, dirty and exhausted, after a month of extreme budget backpacking in Southeast Asia and being met by your very own Personal Driver.

That’s right. Hello Bangkok, hello person who shall take us anywhere we want, whenever we want! He brought us these beautiful Thai flower bouquets on arrival, too – and I don’t know what Heaven smells like, but I imagine it’s something like this.

Personal Driver’s first order of business was to take us from the airport to the hotel. Which brings me to #2.

2. Expensive Hotel

We pull up to the hotel, RIGHT up to the hotel – you know those big expensive hotels where they have those drive-arounds for valet service, limousines, and personal drivers? Heck yes, one of those. Personal Driver opens our doors for us (what a nice guy!).

Doormen whisk away our bags before we even have a chance to get near the trunk. We walk through the front doors (I still haven’t touched a door since we left the airport), send our purses through a security scanner (very high-security, this place!), and proceed to the concierge (is that what it’s called? I don’t speak this Language of People with Money). My Dad’s friend, who is responsible for both the Private Driver and the Expensive Hotel, gets us a wicked discount at the hotel. Such a great discount, in fact, that we’re only paying slightly more than we would for a budget backpackers on Kao San Road. And at this point in our travels, we need it.

Oh, and free breakfast was included. Big buffet, hot coffee, scrambled eggs, fresh croissants, as much bacon as you can eat… don’t mind if I do!

3. Air Conditioning & A Frog-less Shower

After weeks of sticky hot sleeping with barely a fan in our midst, this air conditioned oasis was a massive factor of appreciation. No more trying to put on makeup with a sweaty upper-lip. No more showering with cold water and frogs. No more sleeping with random cats that break into your bungalow. No more of any of this! Clean, hot showers! Free shampoo. A real toilet! Cool sleeping under soft duvets and pressed white, Egyptian cotton sheets. And best of all, air con. Heaven must have Thai flower bouquets and air conditioning.

4. A Pool, A Sauna, and A Gym

It has not been long since we ate ourselves into oblivion in Ko Phangan. It HAS been long since we did anything (other than sweating profusely in the humidity) to burn off any of that weight. And a trip to the gym is much better if you can take an elevator there and there’s a sauna and a pool involved. Just saying.

5. Private Longboating on the Chao Phraya River

There are some really cool things to see along the Chao Phraya River, once dubbed the “Venice of the East”. And although it’s polluted and smells kinda funny, it’s still worth a trip. In Bangkok, everything is cheap. And since we were saving money and getting treated like royalty already, we figured we could splurge an extra few baht on a private longboat tour of the canals that run right through the centre of Bangkok (it still cost us less than $10).

Floating markets, a bunch of wats (you know, temples), some museums, a giant golden Buddah, and a number of friendly waving locals. We definitely needed a shower after we finished the hour-long ride, but that certainly wasn’t a problem considering where we were spending the night.

6. Whale Sashimi and Fancy Eats

So at 6pm on one of our night in Bangkok, Private Driver arrives and waits patiently for us in our hotel lobby. When we arrive, he opens the doors for us (I could get used to this!) and we slip into the fresh leather interior of the car. We have no idea where we’re going, but we assume it’s somewhere fancy. Of course it is. We step out of the car and into one of those very fancy Japanese restaurants that nobody can really afford. The waitresses are dressed in kimonos and the chefs are wearing those funny white Japanese hats that I love so much. We each get our own individual cooking “stone” where we can cook and season our slices of meat exactly as we like. We also get some sushi, some tuna and salmon, and something unfamiliar. We dig in.

“What is this one, Dave?”

“Oh, that’s whale. Raw whale sashimi.” As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

And I hate to say it, but whales are delicious.

7. Elevator Abandon

Even glampacking doesn’t come without its own share of risks. On our way up to Dave’s apartment to pick up our laundry, the lights go out and the elevator suddenly lurches to a halt. In blackness in the middle of an elevator in the middle of Bangkok, without a phone and a “help” button that doesn’t seem to be working, Joanne and I freak out for at least 15 solid minutes while we pound ever so gracefully on the door and scream ever so eloquently for someone to please come to our immediate rescue!

In the end, we were saved. And elevator abandon aside, we were spoiled rotten in Bangkok. And we loved every second of it.

And at least one of us didn’t want to leave. 😉

Bangkok: Navigating the Chatuchak Weekend Market

The Chatuchak Weekend Market is the undisputed mammoth of all Bangkok’s markets. Spanning 35 acres with more than 15,000 market stalls, this behemoth of Thai shopping has reached landmark status and is a must-see for visitors to the area. If you can dream it up, you can probably find it here. From vintage levis jeans to cell phone gadgets & electronics, from restaurant signs to different coloured stones for your fish tank. From Moroccan lampshades to Indian pashminas, from flying squirrels to mangy pigeons (because everyone loves a mangy pigeon), you can buy them all here.

Bunnies!

Assorted Kleenex Dispensers?

Flying Squirrels!

The market is pure insanity. It’s humid, sticky, disorienting, and absolutely worthwhile. There are price tags on practically nothing. It’s up to you and your negotiation skills to secure a good deal, though whatever you buy here is probably no longer the best deal you can find. The vendors can be counted on to start you off with a price 150% over the price they would actually hope to get. So brush up on your bargaining skills and, as is always the case with bartering, be prepared to walk away. Chances are good that you’ll be able to find the same stuff at a neighbouring stall anyway, if the vendor you’re walking away from doesn’t offer you a lower price on your way out. 😉

What to find, and Where to find it

It seems like a maze, but this website has simplified things greatly by breaking down what’s for sale and where you can find it:

 

  • Clothing & Accessories (sections 2-6, 10-26)
  • Handicrafts (sections 8-11)
  • Ceramics (sections 11, 13, 15, 17, 19, 25)
  • Furniture and Home Decoration (sections 1,3,4,7,8)
  • Food and Beverage (sections 2, 3, 4, 23, 24, 26, 27)
  • Plants and Gardening tools (sections 3, 4)
  • Art and Gallery (section 7)
  • Pets and Pet Accessories (sections 8, 9, 11, 13)
  • Books (sections 1, 27)
  • Antiques and Collectibles (sections 1, 26)
  • Miscellaneous and Used Clothing (sections 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 22, 25, 26)
  • If the dizzying array of stalls and the masses of people have got your appetite going, sample some interesting Thai cuisine at one of the many hawker stalls. We tried pomegranate juice and a strangely delicious green pancake thing.

    When you go (as you should!) make sure to wear light clothing and comfortable walking shoes, bring your best bargaining skills, and don’t forget to slather on the sunscreen.

    Owls for sale. 😦

    Fresh Juices, yum!

    Fishies in Baggies!

    Getting to Chatuchak

    By skytrain: Take the BTS Skytrain to Mo Chit station, Exit 1. If you follow the crowds, they should lead you to the rows of stalls; keep to the right and you’ll see a small entrance that leads into the market (clothing section).

    By subway: Take the MRT Subway to Chatuchak Park station, Exit 1. Follow the crowds until you get to the small entrance leading into the clothing section of the market.

    Hours of Operation

    The weekend market is open on Saturdays and Sundays, 09:00 – 18:00, and Fridays 18:00 – 24:00. Plant sections are also open on Wednesdays and Thursdays, from 07:00 – 18:00.

    Yes, this man is buying a Pigeon.

    PS – I’ve decided to join WordPress’ Post A Week Campaign. Hopefully I’ll be updating more than that, but what with traveling so much and not always having internet access, I can’t promise a daily post. But anyway, keep the comments coming and be expecting at least one post every few days for the rest of 2011! Happy New Year, world!

    Vlog: A Jeep Rental & Food for Elephants on Ko Phangan

    Ko Phangan? Why not, I say!

    Click through the image above or click here for a little glimpse into our ridiculous times on Ko Phangan. Hold the judgement, please. 😉

    Top 10 Seoul: The Unconventional List

    One month, 10 days later, and I’m really starting to undergo Korea Withdrawal. It’s not pleasant, nor is there a reasonable antidote. I’m even starting to miss the hocking ajishis and the daily staredowns on the subway. I don’t miss the constant threat of a nuclear attack by the Mad Hatter Up North, but believe it or not, it’s not actually a big deal over there, as they’ve been battling constantly with this Communist Mad Man for so long that threat from the North has become a reality of their every day existence, so “normal” in fact that it’s often swept under the kimchi fridge and forgotten long before the smell of rotten cabbage has dissipated.

    These are my 10 favourite things to do in a city with a lot of Seoul. Some are random, some are obvious. But they are all wonderful, and all deserve your time. =)

    1. Dr. Fish Pedicures – after a long day of navigating the streets of Seoul, dodging the hocking ajishis, spending your hard-earned won on marvelously underpriced subway garments, and chowing down on street vendor delicacies like tteokbokki, odeng, mandu, or gimbap (stay away from the boiled silkworm pupa and river snail), your feet probably need a little rest. Take your weary legs to one of the many Korean coffee shops that offer “Dr. Fish” services where, for an unbelievable 2,000 won (less than 2 dollars, folks), you can treat your feet to the best doctors in town…

    My coffee shop of choice is the Dr. Fish in Gangnam.

    How to get there: Take the green line (Line 2) to Gangnam station, exit 6. Walk towards the intersection so you can see exit 7 on the other side. Look for the City Theatre (you’ll see the CGV right next to it) on the same side of the street as exit 7. Keeping the street between you, walk towards the theatre. Once the CGV Building is directly opposite you on the other side of the street, you should be standing right right in front of Dr. Fish. The entrance is a little hidden, but walk into the building behind you and head up to the second floor. Voila!

    2. The Illusive Moroccan Sandwich Man – So it’s 5am and you’ve just waddled out of one of the greasy foreign pubs in Itaewon (or, just as likely, stumbled down from Hooker or Homo Hill, the latter of which is always a ton of fun, the former of which is not, because that probably means you were at Polly’s, which has to happen never again), and you’re already regretting those last 4 buckets of Soju and Koolaid, and the Samgyeopsal you had for dinner. It makes zero sense whatsoever, but all you can think about is something greasy and delicious before hailing a cab home. Mr. Kebab is always a good, simple option. But if you want something really delicious and memorable, you’ll have to venture a little further. On the main stretch of road in Itaewon, somewhere in the vicinity of the Hamilton Hotel but never in exactly the same place, you will be very lucky to happen upon The Illusive Moroccan Sandwich Man and his Wife, dishing out Mysterious Moroccan Delicacies from the back of their vanishing truck. He is a nocturnal legend, only venturing out in the dead of night, so if you swing by at 2pm and expect to find him, you will leave disappointed (and hungry).

    Do not ask what the ingredients are. Do not question his ways. Do not expect to know what you’re eating. And when he throws it in a hot-dog bun, don’t ask why. Just eat it.

    3. Gimbap and Post-it Notes in Myeongdong – Myeongdong is renowned for its amazing shopping and knock-off name-brand merchandise. Foreign girls like myself can find clothes that fit (!) in shops like Forever 21 and H&M. Spend a day amongst the crowds, meandering through rows of colourful shoes and scarves, and socks depicting mario-smoking-weed and other amusing trinkets for the folks back home (at one point I was convinced to buy a stuffed chicken key-chain with a removable face, into which they inserted a photo of my own awkwardly smiling head. I then mailed it to my parents for Christmas. I am going to Hell). After a day of this, you will be exhausted. Reward yourself with delicious gimbap and bubble tea from a tiny Korean restaurant just around the corner from Forever 21. Better yet, write all your regrets from the day (or in my case, your limerick about that personalized stuffed chicken keychain) on a post-it note and record it on the walls forever.

    The gimbap is delicous and the decor is, well, ever-changing. Go there and cover the walls with your own remorse.

    4. Jimjilbong-ing – Visiting Korea without experiencing a jimjilbang is like saying you’ve been to McDonalds and not eaten the food. You really can’t say you’ve been to Korea until you’ve visited a bath house. Okay, so it’s scary at first. How often do you hang out with your friends naked? The last time I spent any number of minutes naked with my friends was running through sprinklers as a 4 year old. Needless to say, it took a substantial amount of “Let’s Enjoy Sweet” and several unsuccessful countdowns before Melissa and I finally dropped our robes and bolted, stark naked, past a plethora of gawking ahjumas into the closest bath we could find. Our first jimjilbang experience was not the most pleasant (though it was intensely hilarious) as the second we splashed into the pool, we looked up into the angry eyes of an overweight and very spread-eagled Korean lady baring down on us, screaming as she brushes her teeth and gestures wildly with her free hand, dumping buckets of water over herself and rubbing every crevice of her pimply body – after several awkward minutes we realized she was unhappy because we’d neglected to “rinse off” in the showers before we booked it into the pool. Anyway, I’ve never taken advice from a naked overweight and spread-eagled lady before, and I don’t intend to start now.

    Angry spread-eagled ahjuma aside, jimjilbangs are the greatest invention of mankind. They are cheap (think 10 bucks), full of amenities, and you can even sleep there (for $2 extra). Floor upon floor of baths, saunas, igloos, foodcourts, sleeping quarters, footbaths, massage rooms, arcade rooms, norebongs, outdoor patios, outdoor pools, and general relaxation. Dragon Hill spa in Yongsan is, quite literally, heaven on earth. I’ve met friends who have lived in Korea for years and never experienced a jimjilbang. I have six words for them: get over yourself and get naked.

    5. Nightlife and Norebong-ing – After a few interactions with Soju, there is simply no better way to unwind after a night on the town than by singing your heart out at a nearby norebong. They are everywhere in Seoul (look for this on signs everywhere: 노럐방) – our favourite ones are in Hongdae, which is perfect because the area around Hongik University (line 2) is great for nightlife. Go there and get lost in the bright lights and loud music, and stumble yourself to a norebong before you head home.

    6. Shopping, Coffee, and an Indian – Dongdaemun is THE discount shopping destination in Seoul. It’s a massive shopping area with all sorts of vendors, from those who sell handbags to those who exclusively sell zippers. You can find anything, and everything, assuming you’ve got the time and patience to make it happen. After wandering out of the Dongdaemun exit (where lines 1 & 4 intersect), spend a few hours perusing the huge variety of goods available here. Get lost. If you get lost the same way I did and find yourself in the Street of Sewing Machines, go caffeinate yourself at the “Coffee and Doggy”.

    But if you miss this most delicious opportunity, all is not lost. Before you leave Dongdaemun for the day, you MUST visit the BEST Indian/Nepalese food restaurant in all of Seoul: Everest. It is so impeccably awesome that words cannot hope to express it’s sheer magnificence. Their Garlic Nan Bread is out of this world and their curries are amazing. The Malai Kofta is a religious experience and is by far my personal favourite. I’ll give you directions and insist that you go there. The rest is up to you.

    How to get to Everest: Take the subway to Dongdaemun station, exit 3. Walk straight and turn left up the first lane. Continue 20 feet past a Korean seafood restaurant with a big aquarium of live fish on your right. You’ll come to a fork in the road. Look right, down the alley. You’ll see the blue Everest sign on the 2nd floor. To any of you who make it there in the next little while, I’m extremely jealous and I hate you.

    7. Twelve Dollar Teeth Cleaning – To this day I will not understand why North America finds it reasonable to charge $120 for a teeth cleaning. At that price, it’s almost worth it to book a flight to Korea and visit a dentist in Seoul. I had my teeth examined, cleaned, treated, and flossed in a very clean dentist’s office with a wonderful view in Gangnam. I suggest everyone goes there. They don’t speak English, but who cares. They know teeth, and that’s what you’re there for.

    How to get there: Take the subway to Gangnam station (line 2), exit 1. Pull a sort of u-turn right out of the exit, and five steps later the building is on your left. It’s the big building. You’ll see it. Go inside, it’s got a nice lobby… and take the elevator to the 11th floor. It’s marvelous. You’ll walk out with happy teeth. Office phone number: -02.3469.1501 (only call if you can speak Korean, or get a Korean to call for you).

    8. Triple O’s Burgers – To those of you who are native to the west coast of Canada, you’ll appreciate this one. There is a Whitespot in Seoul. That’s right. You can get your triple-o fix without even having to part with your kimchi addiction. There were several things I missed from home while I was living in Korea, but none so intense as my need for a big, fat, juicy Whitespot burger. It got to the point that I was literally on the brink of paying to fedex a take-out bag across the globe. Imagine my delight after finding out there was a Triple O’s in Apgujeong (line 3), literally 10 minutes away from my apartment. I dragged a bunch of my friends with me, none of whom had ever experienced the delight of a BC Burger. It took awhile to find, and we nearly gave up altogether, but we eventually found it (and oh, was it ever worth it). The burgers, the fries, the milkshakes(!) taste exactly the same! They even have a brunch menu. Brunch!!I’m going to tell you how to get there, because I care about your happiness and well-being. Be thankful.

    How to get there: It’s on the first floor of a building named Holim Museum. The Museum is right next to the Cinecity building, which happens to be the tallest in the Apgujung area. It’s black. And the restaurant is kind of recessed in, so it’s a little hard to see. We found it by taking a cab directly to Cinecity Apgujeong. We also wandered around for quite some time without finding it, so either you’ll have friends more patient than I do, or you’ll take my advice and walk to the front of the building, despite the fact that it feels like you’re going in completely the wrong direction, continue past the rounded, recessed bit, and you’ll find it (and your friends won’t hate you).

    9. Hike a Shaman Mountain – In the northern part of central Seoul, Inwangsan is just 338 meters high but offers a good opportunity to see part of Seoul’s fortress wall and catch a glimpse of Buddhists and Shamanists practicing their faith on the same mountain. It doesn’t take long, and you can wander the paths on the hill for a few hours. There are great views of Seoul from the peak.

    How to get there: Dongnimmun station on the orange line (line 3) will get you close to the trail. Take exit # 2 and look for signs at the first little intersection you come to. Hang a left and follow the signs through tight alley streets and up the incline between apartment towers until you reach the entrance of Inwangsa Temple. NOTE: Taking pictures of the rad people performing rituals is generally frowned upon….

    10. Noryangjin Fish Market – Spend a few hours navigating the huge Noriangjin Fish Market. It will open your eyes to an aspect of Korean culture that can only effectively be experienced through your nose hairs. This 66,000 square meter facility houses over 700 shops selling fresh and dried fish and squid from 15 fishing ports around Korea. It also includes numerous restaurants, an auction floor, and an adjacent agricultural section. Open from 3:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m., retailers work every day while wholesalers take off Sundays and holidays. Chances are good that you’ll be the only foreigners here, and therefore very likely to be approached by seafood vendors who assume you’re looking to make purchases for some huge overseas fish market. We indulged their assumptions for awhile, but eventually became so creeped out by “octopus legs” that looked more like human limbs that we navigated our way out of the market as fast as our waygook legs could carry us. Haha. Just kidding. It wasn’t that bad, and is definitely worth a visit. Click through the image below to watch our experience. =)

    How to get there: (I won’t tell you how I found it, because I trusted my nose (it shall never be trusted again) and definitely wandered around aimlessly for about an hour before randomly stumbling on it…) Instead, don’t take my advice, and instead take the internet’s advice: take the dark blue line to Noryangjin (subway line 1). Leave the station through exit 1. Walk up the stairs and as you step out of the station, you’ll be greeted with a long overhead pedestrian bridge, which leads you across the railway and subway lines before you find yourself at the roof carpark of the fish market. Good luck!

    A few more of my Seoul favourites:

    Wakeboarding on the Han River

    Baseball games at Jamsil Stadium

    Afternoon tea in a Locomotive-themed Tea House

    –> There is no more fitting an end to writing this post than overhearing “oh! chincha!?” from the ladies one table over from me in this North Vancouver Starbucks. I love you, Korean ladies. =)

    A lil’ love in Jeju-do: Korea’s erotic themepark

    Oh, hello there.

    If you think this post is going to be about my recent sexual encounters, well… you’re right.

    I’ve had a lot of action recently. What can I say? It’d been awhile, and I needed to do something about it.

    So Melissa and I booked a trip to Jeju-do, South Korea’s hidden gem, the “Honeymoon Destination,” the “Hawaii” of Korea.

    We flew out from Seoul on a Friday night after work. We left around, oh, 7:30pm. We arrived in Jeju (also known as Cheju) at about 9? I think? And the flights are relatively cheap. Even in peak season, which is, erm, now. I think we paid about $160 for a return flight. Not bad for a trip to “Hawaii.”

    Now, in perfect Melissa and Kristina style, it was pouring rain when we arrived (isn’t it always?). Didn’t matter. We had an awesome evening watching World Cup games in a small and delicious galbi joint near our friend’s place, which is where we were fortunate enough to crash for the weekend.

    The next morning our fabulous host was off to race up the Jeju volcano while us lazy-bums slept in. When we (eventually) awoke, our first order of business was to get some lovin’.

    And lovin’ we got. In every possible inanimate definition of the word.

    Jeju Loveland breaks the traditional taboos surrounding love (and there are a lot of them in Korea), and is a place where the visitor can appreciate the natural beauty of love.”

    Did we ever appreciate the natural beauty of love. And did we ever attract a random Korean dude. A man who happened to be more than willing to pose in pictures with us. Nevermind the fact that he was there with his WIFE. Ahh. Have a seat!Oh, look. It’s the Panty Tower!

    Haha.

    Oh, and, wait a second! Is that two boys?Oh! Loosen up, Korea! : )

    This next one…. We had absolutely no idea what we were getting ourselves into…Oh dear. It’s like one of those commercials you know you should turn away from, but…

    Ahhh…. Thanks, Korea. I was doing awesome with my celibacy until now.

    Might as well get it on with a few inanimate objects? When in Jeju?Run if you like, but I suggest you accept it. The crazy ahjuma and I aren’t quite ready to let you go. 😉Loveland, Jeju-do, South Korea: http://www.jejuloveland.com/index.html

    Watersports in Seoul: Wakeboarding on the Han River

    Water sports on the Han River? I know, I know. I know what you’re thinking. Seoul is big. Real big. Seoul is, in fact, the world’s second largest metropolitan area. Yup. The greater-Seoul area has 24.5 million inhabitants. That’s a lot of people. The entire population of Canada is 34 million. Canada.

    Cutting right through these 24.5 million people in Seoul is a river, known as the Han. Now I’m not certain, and in fact I have no idea whatsoever, but I’m willing to bet at least some of the 24.5 million people’s poop has made it into the river at some point.

    My situation is this. I was born and raised on the west coast of Canada and I practically grew up on the water. Moving to Seoul made me realize how much I missed the ocean, boating, watersports, what have you. I missed it all. So when the opportunity arose to do some wakeboarding, obviously I embraced it. Poop or no poop. 😉

    Directions: To reach the dock, take the subway to Apgujeong, exit 6. Walk straight about 300 meters. After the GS25, turn right and walk down the road until you can’t go any further. Take a left here and walk straight until you see a tunnel to the beach on your right-hand side. Through the tunnel and down to the beach, you’ll see a couple of large parked boats to your right. You’ll see the wake dock beside River City, and you’re there! Not only do they have waterskiing and wakeboarding, they also have tubing, a banana boat, a water chair (!!), and apparently a flying mattress too (illegal in most countries).The prices are a little steep – they charge ₩20,000 for a 10-15 minute tow along the river (they provide the driver and you can throw all your friends in the boat and make them take pictures of you 😉 ), but you only live once and when else will you get to wakeboard/waterski on such a perfectly polluted river? 😉

    Haha, it wasn’t that bad. Really. I didn’t have to jump over a single dead fish (or floating body), and I didn’t even develop a mystery rash. And I promise you, I swallowed my fair share of poop water. 😉

    Anyway, and more importantly, it was fun! A day on the river with good friends, a few pints, and a little wakeboarding. And when the sun went down, we retreated to the grassy field to toss the frisbee and kick the soccer ball around. Things could be worse. 🙂

    Daytrip from Seoul: Boarding a Ferry on Chungju Lake

    “That is the charm of a map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible.”

    – Rosita Forbes

    Aside from also being Cinco de Mayo, Korea celebrated Children’s Day on Wednesday May 5th. It’s a national holiday and none of us had to work. Having no plans other than wanting to get out of the city, Melissa and I took to our map of Korea and found ourselves pointing to the middle of the country, at the biggest lake we could see. “Let’s go there?” she asked. “Done” I said. And so it was done.

    The next morning we woke up as early as could be expected on our day off (we had planned to meet at 8am which quickly changed to 9am and was then logically reconsidered to 10am). We met at the Express Bus Terminal where subway lines 3 & 7 intersect. We’d already discussed our plan the night before. We were going to Chungju Lake.

    Described to us in our Lonely Planets as a “large artificial lake … with constantly changing scenery that on misty days looks like a sequence of Joseon-era landscape paintings”, we were sold on the idea of boarding “a fast ferry on Chungju Lake for Korea’s most scenic waterway trip.” Chungju Lake is the country’s biggest multi-purpose dam that links together Chungju and its neighborhoods. Yes, yes. All well and good. So, with our guidebooks in hand (not a typical practice of ours, but sometimes we need a little inspiration!), we made our way to the ticket counter.

    “Two for Ch-ung-ju, please.”

    “Ch-ung-ju?”

    “Nay” (yes).

    She took our money and printed off our tickets. Sweet. We had an hour to wait. We bought some coffee and chatted as we flipped through our Lonely Planets and brainstormed for future trips. At 11:20, we made our way to the gate. There was the bus. All limo-like and airconditioned. On the front of the bus was a sign that read in English, “Cheongju”. Hmm. We were a little doubtful, but perhaps it was just a different translation from the hangul. Best to double check. We run back to the ticket counter.

    We’re pointing at our tickets that read “Cheongju” and hastening to write the word “Chungju” to make sure she understands the difference.

    She looks at our tickets, looks at our scrawled letters that read “Chungju”, and nods.

    “Ch-ung-ju. Nay.”

    We sprint back to the bus. Phewf. We made it.

    Bus pulls away. We’re still a little doubtful, but hey, we’re getting out of the city. An hour goes by. We’re starting to think we should have shown the woman the name of our destination in Korean.

    An hour and a half later. Bus stops. We look to see if everyone gets off. They do.

    Welcome to Cheongju, ladies! Crap.

    So much for going to the lake. All Cheongju had to offer was more city. The whole idea of today was to get out of the city. Fail, Kristina and Melissa. Fail.

    That’s it. We’ve been here 10 minutes and we’ve read that we can experience great “historical sites” as well as a “popular pedestrianised shopping precinct and the lively Chungdae Jungmun student district.” Thanks for coming out, Cheongju, but we don’t want to see you. We’ve seen the outside of the bus terminal and we are through. That’s it, it’s sunny and we want a lake. We want a ferry on a lake, and we want trees. Trees, for crying out loud. Show us a tree.

    Back on the bus. And this time we’re going to do it right! We showed the lady at the ticket counter the name of Chungju in Hangul: 충주. NOT Cheongju: 청주.

    It took us 3 and a half hours and the equivalent of $20 what should have taken 2 hours and $7. Haha. But we got a scenic tour! And who can complain about that, right? 😉

    Finally! Welcome to Chungju!

    Now, where’s the lake?

    Luckily we didn’t have to wonder this for long. We wandered into the tourist information office at the bus station and found out that the ferry terminal is served by bus #301 (30 minutes, ₩950), which leaves across the street from the bus terminal. Make sure you enquire here for for schedules (and whether the boats are running) as there are only 9 buses a day. Anyway, for us it didn’t really matter, as the second we left the tourist office, we were accosted by a very nice, very outgoing, young Korean man. We became friends immediately because we didn’t know where we were going and he wanted to practice his English. “We want to go to the lake,” we said. “Okay, I’ll take you!”, and Nice New Korean Friend hailed a taxi and we all piled in.

    The cab price for this ride was astronomical. In Seoul, you can get around town for cheap. I’ve spent an hour in a cab in the city and the price has never gone above 20,000 won. This 15 minute ride cost us 19,000 won.

    Whatever. We were at the lake!

    The ferries were sold out until 5:40. Of course they were! (Chungju Lake Ferry Information: (043) 851-5771~3 | Seoul branch office: (02) 532-3274~5). We had another hour and a half to wait. What do we do? We find some pints in the tiny concession store and some ramien noodles from the restaurant and we get as far away from the crowds as we can with our bowls of hot soup. Nice New Korean Friend thought we were all sorts of insane, but he tagged along anyway. “You Canadians hike hills with bowls of hot ramien? I think you crazy.” Haha.

    We ate our noodles and drank our beer and waited for our ferry to arrive. It cost ₩10,000 and took about an hour to do a little tour of the dam. It was worth the trip, the headache, the extra money. It was beautiful out there, and it felt good to get out on a boat again.

    The people in this city are so different from Seoulites. Most obviously is the way they dress. They’re not worried about name-brand purses and top-of-the line clothing, and, -gasp- most of the women on the boat were wearing flat shoes! 😉 Most notably is how friendly they are. As we were waiting for the bus to take us back to the bus station, a nice older Korean man slowed to a stop as he walked by, and asked us where we were going. He immediately gestured to his car and nodded and smiled and said he’d be delighted to take us there. He wouldn’t accept a single won.

    I definitely recommend this little trip. If you do it right (achem!), it’s a pefect day trip from most parts of the country. And, if you’re lucky, you might even run into Nice New Korean Friend and Nice Older Korean Man. 🙂

    There’s lots more to see in Chungju, and if we’d had the time we would have explored the limestone caves, the hotsprings, the wakeboarding option, and maybe even the bungee jumping. We may come back for more later – but next time, we’ll be sure to remember what we learned: our pronunciation sucks, and nobody understands us. ^^

    Monkey Bites in Paradise: Or, the Rabid Monkeys of Ubud

    “You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown.” – Ella Maillart

    Have you ever been thankful for an experience you would never wish to repeat? One of my favourite things about travel is how, regardless of where you go and how much you plan for it, the unpredictable always happens. And often times, it can be more than a little unpleasant.

    These are the times when you kick yourself, wondering how on earth you managed to get yourself into such a situation. These are the unpredictable stories that have you immediately regretting the decisions that led you up to the moment, wishing you’d checked your itinerary one more time, or wishing you’d never talked to “so-and-so who recommended this place”, or eaten that questionable street food your gut was telling you to avoid. Such stories can be painful, shameful, or downright expensive. These are the stories that make you want to scream. They are the ones that really get you panicking. They are the stories where I start to believe that maybe the unknown is better left unknown.

    But the truth of the matter is this: when it’s over, it almost always makes for a good story. For all the discomfort and stress, your experience is rich. You emerge enlightened; just a little bit the wiser.

    My situation is this: I went to Indonesia for Christmas. I visited the monkey forest in Ubud. I bought some bananas. I took some in my hand, and put the rest in my bag. I sat down on the steps. The monkeys came. I fed them.

    I ran out of bananas. The monkeys were crawling all over me. One of them looked at me and cocked his head. I told him I had no more bananas (though I had plenty left in my backpack). I shrugged, “sorry.”

    He turned as if to walk away, and I started to get up. In two seconds he flung himself around and took a bite out of my left arm.

    And then he was gone. Back into the jungle.

    As he didn’t break the skin, I figured I was fine. I even laughed about it. But I didn’t wash the wound, and I’m sure I probably touched it and then put my fingers in my eyes or something similarly stupid. And then I read this, at 3am six days later:

    Rabies: Still a common problem in most parts of SE Asia, this uniformly fatal disease is spread by the bite or lick of an infected animal, most commonly a dog or monkey. You should seek medical advice immediately after any animal bite and commence postexposure treatment.-Lonely Planet

    This monkey has singlehandedly cost me upwards of $250 dollars.

    But I emerged enlightened; just a little bit the wiser? How so? I learned an invaluable lesson.

    Never, ever, lie to a monkey.

    Sitting Buddah and Tea in the Snow

    A few weeks ago, before I’d left for Indonesia, my friend hosted a Christmas party in Cheonan, a small city in the northeast corner of South Chungcheong. It took us about an hour to get there from Seoul and cost 4,800 won each, which works out to about four dollars. The ride was bumpy but we packed a couple pints and it flew by. When the bus came to a stop, we hopped out into a foot of light, fluffy snow. Perfect for a Christmas party. Except we couldn’t find a cab. Not to save our lives.

    It took us walking for 45 minutes in sideways snow and ill-prepared footwear before I finally saw an empty cab coming towards us on the opposite side of the street. I ran across and hopped in. I’ve discovered that if you hop in and sit down before telling the driver where you want to go, he has a much tougher time saying no to you and, 9 times out of 10, he’ll drive you there (however begrudgingly).

    Anyway, we got there. Their place is 400 times the size of my apartment; it is gorgeous and massive. We’d bought some crappy gifts from the subway and hastily wrapped them in newspaper (with the help of a random drunken Korean in the train station) for Secret Santa, and after we’d had a couple of jagger bombs (first time since arriving in Korea!) we started the game. There were a couple of awesome gifts (Jenga, bottles of booze), and some hilarious ones (fifteen bottles of soju, a dog-shaped bathroom mat with accompanying candles, a frying pan). I wound up with a bottle of Chilean wine. Can’t complain.

    After an hilarious night of more drinks and more games, we put on Elf and passed out on the couch/floor. In the morning, we had the most epic breakfast of all time. It started with bacon & eggs and banana pancakes, followed by sauteed mushrooms and a grilled sandwich competition, then more pancakes and more sandwiches. It lasted three hours.

    When we finally rolled ourselves out of there, we decided to check out the Buddhist temple recommended to us by my friend. It was snowing, and it was freezing, but we figured we were there, and why not? So we hopped a cab. And he let us out here.

    The temple was picturesque. It was beautiful, quiet in the snow, and aside from a few Buddhists who appeared and disappeared behind the buildings, we were the only people there.

    The path between the temple buildings led us up a snowy trail through the trees. It was in awe that we found the sitting Buddah.

    More massive than I could have imagined. So majestic in the snow.

    To the left of the Sitting Buddah was a small temple building with a man standing out front, drinking a steaming cup of tea.

    He gestured warmly for us to join him inside, and frozen now from head to toe, we gladly accepted his invitation into the shrine to warm up. Inside it smelled of incense and ginger tea, and as a brilliantly smiling Buddhist woman motioned for us to sit down around the electric heater, she poured us each a steaming cup of our own.

    Hanging from the ceiling were hundreds of blessings suspended in beautiful paper lamps. When we were finally warmed through and through, we stood to leave and the man who had welcomed us into the shrine asked us to fill out our own little blessings – we were told to include our name, our birth country, our address, and names of our family members. He then walked us to the back of the temple and showed us each to light a stick of incense, then took us outside to the statue, where he instructed us to walk around Sitting Buddah three times in a clockwise fashion.

    The statue was so big that it took us a solid five minutes to complete our journey.

    After we finished, we were shown to place our burning sticks in the incense pot out front. We had completed the ritual.

    Not bad for a random Sunday.