Travel Diary: Of Cloudy Skies and Gloomy Monday Morning.

Out of desperation, we chose this one shabby inn by the river to spend the night. I was strained from the climb we did that day, and all I wanted was to lay in a bed and get a decent shut-eye. I wasn't up for adventure driving around at night to look for a more decent place which is probably impossible to find in that area. The parking lot was empty, and that was the first sign that I won't be getting the rest I needed. At the reception area on the 2nd floor, a dog barked at me. Just how often do you get that? The room didn't look so bad, the TV is ancient but is still in good working condition, the sheets smelled clean and nice, they even got a hairdryer which is basically the only thing I need in the morning. I was tired but I can't seem to force myself to sleep. At half past four in the morning, I was still awake fanning myself as the air conditioner wasn't working properly. I woke up the next day with a throbbing headache from lack of sleep, and no amount of coffee or tea could cure it. It didn't help that the skies were all dark and hazy, it kinda added to my cheerless mood. The room didn't have a decent ventilation, except for a very small window which is about the size of a person's head. I felt suffocated so I had to drag Chris out of the place before the clock turned 8.


Our 3rd day started with a visit to the river. It's beautiful and the air is fresh, but the heavy rains the night before tinged the water with a light cappuccino color.

We walked a little further down to the side of the river, I thought it would be fun if we could dip our toes in it. The water wasn't as muddy when you're near, and it looked pretty safe for a dip.

There was a bridge there that cars use to cross the river. Standing there gave us a good view of the river and the mountains surrounding it.

We had lunch at a restaurant nearby. It was just a simple and very traditional dish that you could only get at a riverside restaurant.

Cheolla is one beautiful province. I like the traditional side of it. I love their food and their warm friendly people. Our journey there ended when we crossed this road that serves as a boundary between Cheollanamdo and Gyeongsangnamdo. See how beautiful the road is? Most of the roads there look like this. The side adorned with beautiful pink and purple flowers.

We were officially in Gyeongsangnamdo shortly after, and the first county we visited was Hadong. The most important tourist destination there is this small village where they sell medicinal roots, teas and other concoctions. The place is really rural, and I even saw a guy wearing hanbok while toiling the field.

A few hours later, we arrived in Namhae. It's a group of small and big islands, some are still uninhabited to this day.

The view here is spectacular, it's just that the clouds were dark and it's hazy everywhere, so the picture didn't turn out to be as good as I wanted it to be. But then again, it's the skill that matters right? And sadly, I don't have any.

Namhae is a popular tourist destination in Gyeongsang province, and they make sure the roads are all post-card pretty with colorful flowers.

We went to Sangju Beach after taking the picture above. There are couple dozen of beaches in the area, and Sangju was the most popular one judging by how many people were there on a cloudy Monday afternoon. Sadly, I left the camera inside the car before we headed to the beach to swim.

The next stop was this place called "German Village". Koreans who migrated to Germany decided to help the village by creating 25 German-style houses. It became a popular tourist destination from then on. Some of the houses are empty, but most of them are occupied. I saw a barbecue grill at one of the porch there, and some were drying clothes in their backyard. It's amazing how people could live here. Imagine your house being photographed, ogled, and scrutinized every single day. That must be tough!

We then went to Boriam temple, the most prominent Buddhist temple in Namhae. It's auspicious location on top of Mount Geumsan with jagged rocks surrounding it is a view to die for. The Joseon Dynasty King meditated here when all of his 7 sons are plotting wicked things against each other to be the next king.

When we left the temple it was already dark and we decided to spend the night in Namhae. We found a place to sleep near this bridge.

Motels lit with a hundred neon lights at night always catches my eye.

Where we stayed the night before was anything but comfortable, and I'm just thankful that the next place was nothing like the other.

It boasts amazing view of the sea, a cute little balcony, and 1:1 parking. But all those things didn't make up for the lack of space. See how the flat screen is mounted on the wall, above the comfy couch. This is just wrong.

My taste buds were up for something exotic that night, and we almost pulled over to a whale restaurant. But I still have my principles you know.. And not eating endangered animals is one of them. Besides, whales are so rare it might cost us an arm and a leg. We settled for something much, much smaller. This dish is called A-gu-jim or steamed Black mouth Angler and bean sprouts. It's a rare dish and a bit on the pricey end. But it's good. I really like it's chewy texture.

We had a good meal, and the room was nice, cold, and comfortable. I slept like I haven't slept for days..

Travel Diary: Kicking it up a notch.

Day 2 started with a very early lunch. A few spoonfuls of Ju-oh Tang made my stomach queasy the previous night, and demanded food as soon as I woke up the next morning. I wanted to eat something familiar, something filling and good that'll 'fuel' me to kick it up a notch, and go see more exciting/happening places. As fortunate as it sounds, Cheolla is known for massive servings of food, heaping bowl of rice, and 'too-many-to-count' banchan on the side. Scrimping is unheard of here. See how far your 10,000 won (US $8) could go in this place!

Our first stop that day is a stream in Mt. Jiri National Park. Unlike the previous one that resembles the color of 'cafe latte' , this stream is clean, and I have a very good feeling that it's also 'drinkable' to some extent. I really like the sound of the water here. When it hits the rocks, it creates a melodious squishy sound that could easily put babies to sleep. The place is so dreamy and cozy, God knows how much I wanted to laze around in a tent near here, eat a nice chilled watermelon while dredging fond memories of my childhood with Chris.

The weather was more than what I could hope for that day. And whenever the weather is nice, expect a herd of thrill seeking adults with rowdy kids in tow.

If there's a stream, most probably there's a waterfall nearby. While we were on our way traversing the zigzag mountain road to Nogodan, we saw a random sign that leads to Guryeong Waterfall. Chris was intrigued so we followed it.

It was hard to find, there was no distinct landmark except for a small wooden plank that says "this way to the waterfall", and a board with a map of the trail. As soon as we entered the forest, the wind blew strongly, and the gush of wind reverberated to the leaves and branches of the trees. The sound it created was wits-scrambling and a bit scary like that of sound effects used in horror movies. But a few more of that, it became really pleasant and calming.

The map says it's only a 300 meter hike, I thought it was a piece of cake. When we started the descent (trail starts off on top of a mountain), and saw people on their way up, with faces beat and sweaty, gasping hard for air, and constantly murmuring "ehyu" (sigh) and "himduro" (difficult), I braced myself. When we reached the bottom, my legs were painful like it was mauled by a hundred intoxicated fraternity boys.

There's a hanging bridge there which is fun to cross, but you have to be careful when you do, it bounces a lot and one could easily fall over.

The waterfall is nothing grand, but here in Korea, it's one of the biggest already.




My legs were actually so tired, but our next destination still requires a lot of hiking. They call it Nogodan, one of the peak of Mt. Jiri at 1,507 meters. What makes it worth the climb is the view while going to the top. The trail is covered in mist that moves magically when the wind blows. Being in that place can only be described as 'fairy-tale-like', and walking there felt like I was one mystical graceful being, and not a sweaty, lousy human, with arms akimbo, gasping hard for air.

At the top, the cloud was at my fingertips.

After the two consecutive hike, my leg muscles were abused, and I didn't want anything more than to walk on a flat surface. Chris said we're done with the mountains that day, and we'll be at some place flat. We followed the river course that started at the foot of the mountain till we reached Gokseong. There's a train village there that attracts tourists both local and foreigners. Chris was excited to tell me that he saw many Filipinas there. I saw some too, and I tried to smile at them, but I didn't get any response. Rather they threw us a scrutinizing look. They must have been wondering why Chris is so white compared to the local men.

This is a statue that is believed to bring luck.

There's an old train car which they converted into a diner/cafe.

And the main attraction in the area is this old steam locomotive train. It's still in running condition. It was used while filming the movie "Taegukki", with Jang Dong Gun and Won Bin.

We stayed till the skies turned into an orange hue.

I was tired from all the climbing, and I didn't have the energy to move to another place, so we tried to find a place there to sleep. After we found one and settled our things, we went out again and looked for a place to eat. We didn't know it was so hard to find a restaurant there. In a place as rural as Gokseong, people sleep as soon as the lamp posts on the streets are turned on at night. There were no stores open, no restaurants, so we had to go further and further. Then we saw a very small restaurant with a very faint light. The ajumma was cleaning up, getting ready to close, Chris immediately approached her and 'begged' for food. The Sik-dang (resto) is so small it only has three tables. There were also mosquitoes and moths everywhere that I had to prop my knees up on the chair so I wont get bitten. When the food arrived, Chris and I couldn't talk. We were so hungry that there's no room for conversation. The dish is a traditional soup made from shells they caught in the river. It wasn't really delicious but we ate everything, I mean every single thing, to the last grain/morsel of food..

Both of us were happy that we found a place to eat, it's almost impossible to find a restaurant that's open beyond 8 pm there. With a magical stroke of luck, while we were on the way to the pension, we saw an open store. It was so small like nothing I've seen before. Some of the things were slightly covered in dust, and a box of cookie that we chose was already expired. We only bought beer, and beer doesn't come in cans in this area, just bottles.

Travel Diary: Taking the Plunge.

Saturday, I woke up even before the clock rang. I didn't get much sleep the night before as I was busy packing, but the thought that I might be forgetting something woke me up an hour early from our supposed 'waking-up' time. I just had to make sure that everything is packed and in order before we leave the house. By 10 am, we were on the road, slowly inching our way towards Cheolla province. The traffic went as far as Chunchong-do, but after that, the roads were clear and open..

Cheolla is 5 hours away from where we live. Halfway going there, we stopped at a resting place. I was nervous the whole morning when it rained, and I was so relieved when the skies finally cleared and it was all bright and sunny.




At the stop, there's this wall with water cascading like a waterfall of some sort. It wasn't really cool or anything, but the weather was so hot that I was tempted to let the water run through my hair.

When we arrived in Jeonju, North of Cheolla province, we passed by a random river where people put up tents and kids were swimming. The weather was about 33 degrees celsius then, so we agreed to park somewhere and cool off in the river.

The water is nice and cold like that of an ice water, perfect when the weather is blistering and humid beyond description. For someone who hasn't been to Korea, it's hard to imagine how hot and humid it gets when it's summer here. It's nothing quite like it.

At a shade under the bridge, people were cooking samgyeopsal and drinking soju. There were soju bottles everywhere, and I could smell the alcohol from meters away. Soju is as ubiquitous as Cola here, they drink it everywhere, it doesn't matter if it's morning, afternoon, or night time.

After spending time at the river, we went to Jiri-san. The cold mountain air was such a relief. The temperature is not more than 23 degress from where I stood. The air is nice and crisp with a hint of pine tree smell. It was foggy then so you can't really see the mountain clearly in the picture. The clouds and the silhouette of the mountain looked really beautiful, I don't think I'll ever get tired of this scenery.

It was hard to stand still, the wind is really strong and cold. I was shivering a bit from the cold wind, and I regret not to bring a sweater.

On our way down from the mountain, we passed by a stream. It must be beautiful if the weather is nice. We were blocked by an officer to get close to the stream, the rain made the water muddy and the current strong. The rocks were also slippery that it's dangerous to get close.

We just stood in the bridge to watch. Not for long though, mosquitoes started to gather and bit us mercilessly. I was scratching like crazy after..

We headed to Namwon next, still in North Cheolla province. Unlike Jeonju, Namwon has a more traditional side to it. They call Namwon "The City of Love" because it's the location of the famous novel "Chunhyang" (which was turned into a drama a few years ago). The most significant landmark in Namwon is this bridge which they also named after Chunhyang.

At night, the bridge is illuminated with colorful lights and it's hard to miss it from afar.

The most famous tourist destination there is called the Gwanghallu Garden, and I don't mean to sound redundant and all, but it's still very much related to the novel.



We arrived at the garden past 7 pm so we didn't have to pay the entrance fee. At first, I didn't want to enter cause it's already dark, and there's a very big chance that we might not see anything. But I'm glad we went, it looks beautiful even at night.

There's a lake that surrounds the area, and the reflection in the water looks so cute.

Chris asked some people at the tourist information center what's the best restaurant and menu in the area. They all pointed us to this restaurant which boasts several trophies and plaques from a hundred different competition, along with KBS, SBS, and MBC coverage. So it's highly commended, must be good right?

Banchan were served and it didn't look promising..

Then came our orders called "Ju-oh tang".. We spent a good 30 minutes finding this restaurant, so I was expecting something 'out-of-this-world', but when it was served, it looked not only disappointing, but inedible too. I tried looking for the fish called Ju-oh but couldn't find any. Chris told me that they used mixer so the essence of the fish is already incorporated in the broth with the weirdest texture. The first few spoonfuls were tolerable. Bad but tolerable, and I stayed away from the soggy vegetables. But then the ajumma that served it came and sprinkled seasoning. When I tasted it after, I got teary eyed from holding back a gag.

I only ate the rice and side-dishes, Chris finished the soup for me. The sour, bitter, cinammon-y after taste was hard to get rid off, and I could still taste it in my mouth while we were on the way to the pension. So much for being adventurous when it comes to food. Ju-oh tang made it to my top three food-foreigners-should-never-eat while in Korea, the other two are Hong-Oh Hui and Bondaegi. I can't help but think that the guy who recommended this food hated us so much.

"Sloughing rough patches"

It has been exactly 8 days since I last posted something here, and I feel rather guilty thinking I sort of neglected my blog that long. But this time, it wasn't about me being lazy, and I had a good reason for staying away from the keyboard. Chris and I went on a 5-day trip to Cheolla and Gyeongsang province, and the trip officially ended at 2 o'clock this morning when we arrived home.

Prior to departure, we were really worried when the news mentioned it's gonna rain for most part our vacation. Luckily, it wasn't all that bad, and we got our share of sunshine and cloudy skies too.

The trip was awesome, and we really had a good time. We did so many things, and visited so many beautiful places. For sure, my head is gonna spin and hurt when I try to describe them later.

The best part of it all, there wasn't even the slightest animosity and awkwardness between us. Every minute was pure bliss, I forgot that we even had a fight and wasn't on speaking terms for two weeks! I'm just so happy, thankful, and relieved that everything is now 'more than ok', like how I wanted it to be for the last couple of weeks.

Music Finds.

I'm not sure if you guys could remember, but I started a weekly countdown thing-y here on my blog last week. And sticking to that tradition, I'll be posting a couple of songs which I fondly call my "ear-candy". If you happen to read my previous entry, you'd know that the past 2 weeks hadn't been easy for me, and music kept me sane till everything fizzled, sizzled, and finally back to where it's supposed to be.

Others dream about becoming a doctor, a teacher or a lawyer. In my case, I dream of becoming a musical director of some sort. I wanna make awesome music videos, and be able to choose the music for a movie or something. Imagine this, someone asks you "so what do you do?", and after a short pause (it's essential so as to give emphasis) you say "I'm a musical director", and from then on you wont be known as the girl with big eyes and brown hair, but a girl with the coolest job ever! It's funny how my thoughts drift from one bizarre thing to the next.

Enough of the nonsensical talk, here are my songs for the week.

Everclear - Glorious I don't know whether to like or hate this song cause there's a bit of a country tune to it, but I also think that the rhythm is pretty great.

Dropping Daylight - Apologies This is a sad song, great when you feel like moping, and moping some more.

The Crash Motive - No Tomorrow, Just Tonight I love the song, I love the title, and I love the band.

Yellowcard - Light up the Sky For some strange reason, I like listening to this when I'm doing my nails..

Faulter - October 16 A really nice song from one of the coolest band I've ever known. Not too loud, not too sappy, just perfect.

"When it rains, it pours"

It has been a tumultuous two weeks. To be articulate and descriptive, I say it was more like a scary rollercoaster ride. The first blow came when I heard that my uncle died last week, and eventhough I've only seen him a couple of times before, his death was still a tragic news. It was all too sudden and my 82-year old grandmother found it hard to process and accept. She fell ill upon hearing the news, and now she's recuperating in the hospital. There's also this trip my family went to, along with my sister's in-laws. They went to Palawan to take a breather from the city, but the torrential rains didn't just ruin their trip, it also left them stranded there for a week. A four day 'fun-in-the-sun' they planned turned out to be a seven day disaster as flights back to Manila were cancelled and got everyone worried to bits. On top of all this, Chris and I had our biggest, longest, and craziest fight ever, and by 'crazy' I mean pretending to be strangers which was excruciatingly hard by the way. That was the biggest blow.. Like my grandmother, everything was hard for my brain to process, and I've been in and out of fever for the past two weeks. This usually happens when I'm stressed beyond my limits. Every inch of my body hurts, my hair started to fall which made me switch shampoo thrice in a week. I was physically exhausted and emotionally spent that I seriously considered going on a temple-stay for 2 days just to clear my head. Chris declined of course, and I'm thankful that he did or else, we wont be able to fix our issues and work out our differences. I don't really trust myself when we're having troubles and we're away from each other. I'm surely gonna plot some vile and wicked things, even if I'm in the company of monks. He already gave me his sincerest apologies this week with a promise that he's gonna work harder to make me happy, so I'm putting all the absurdities and childish/selfish idiocies currenly on hold, and I try to remember the things that made me fall in love with him. It's better this way you know, to count things that you like about a person, than to stress yourself finding all of his flaws.

To celebrate our reconciliation, Chris is taking me to a 5-day trip to Gyeongsang-do and Cheolla-do, and we are leaving early tomorrow. But this constant rain and dark clouds are making me really worried. God knows how much I want this trip, how much I need to relax, unwind, and take a breather from all the anxieties that drove me crazy for the past two weeks. I need to feel the wind on my cheeks, to feel the sand on my feet, to smell the pine tries, and see the lush green mountains. I need to get lost and get bitten by mosquitoes in a thick but serene forest, to cool down in a stream, to paddle in a river, see a cave, and get my picture taken at some random waterfall. And if it's not too sinful to ask, I need to get a nice tan to remind myself after that I had one of the best summers of my life. To hell with heat and humidity! I've got the strongest sunblock known to man, and a plastic fan given by some random stranger to keep me cool all throughtout the trip.

I may be asking too much, but more than anything, I wish that this trip is gonna be free from all the theatrics and the drama of arguments and disputes that suffered me for the last two weeks. I need this trip to act as a 'bond' to glue all the broken pieces together. And to remind us, myself specially, that there's no one in this world that we'd rather be with but each other.

Of Lee Sun Shin's Monument.

Saturday started terrible, I was sluggish, sleepy, and aching all over from having the worst Friday night of my life. Mid-day, it started to become better, and by dinner, I was able to get my butt off the bed, and into the streets of Seoul to meet my friends T and M. I brought Chris along cause he said he wants to visit Gwanghwamun to see the newly-constructed shrine of Lee Sun Shin and the whimsical fountain he saw on the news.

After dinner, we went to see the monument and fountain. We were swamped by a sea of bobbling heads, all going to the direction opposite from ours. Just as the four of us got near to the shrine, enough to hear the children's shrieks and get our clothes a bit wet from the fountain, the final performance ended. There were still so many people there, especially kids cooling off the summer heat by getting drenched in the fountain.

Here's how it looks like...

The fountain looks really cute and Chris swore that it wouldn't be the last time we'll visit there!