A Photo Challenge

I've been slacking on my documentation of life in Korea... Therefore, the next 8 days will be dedicated to the cause.  I've decided to upload one photo a day for the next week,  each one a representation of what I choose to be the defining moment of the day.  Hopefully, this will inspire me to focus on the significance of everyday life here,  portray the randomness and routine of a normal week,  and get into the habit of sharing those experiences more with friends and family at home, or if nothing else, for this next stretch of 8 days (Friday-Friday).

Day 1 starts today.  The last day will be next Friday, November 4th.  The week in photos begins.

Day 1: Friday 

DON'T BE FOOLED! I'm not actually clutching my broken neck or being rushed to the ER after a tragic accident.... I am however, on a little excursion to the hospital with my co-worker and friend Chloe. Since our little local hospital does not have an MRI machine, they offered us free (ambulance) transport to a bigger city 30 minutes away. Naturally we took advantage of the prime photo-op. The day was also complete with a (free) beef BBQ lunch in the hospital cafeteria, kindly hospital staff, and a 50% cash back on the MRI fee if the results turn out to be burdening.

Unfortunately, I needed the MRI to confirm the torn meniscus I unknowingly had from the car accident this past summer. (Usually a quick recovery, hopefully back in action in a few weeks...And how many people can say they get a discount on healthcare JUST for being injured?)


Day 2: Saturday

Pre-Mokpo Halloween party. Yet another night of Jeollanamdo teachers gathering in the masses from our representative locations for crazy, international, always memorable, dancing-all-night celebration of.........Whatever it was we gathered for.


Day 3: Sunday 

My favorite kind of free time :  Spending it around the Jangheung mountain valley and the place I call home.



Day 4: Monday

Hall-o-ween
Welcome to the first graders' first Halloween party. They were scared, there was screaming, they scared me back, they ate, they trick-or-treated at Sara Teacher's desk several times over, and their English room Halloween Round 1 put veterans to shame. I love my job, days like this are a simple and regular reminder.


Day 5: Tuesday 

Today was full of schedule changes and business. Then, two co-workers and I left school to catch the last day of a traditional art exhibit from local artists on the old side of town. We only had ten minutes to see the art before they closed for the day, and were lucky enough to see some of our own art teacher's featured work. On the way out I was handed an inked brush and told to sign the guestbook (handmade paper in a wooden binding - above).  I did, and was then asked to sign again on the next page, this time the horizontal way. I asked why.

"Welcome."


Day 6: Wednesday 

Guess who? Coffee, dinner, and apartment hangouts...Becoming a routine evening with this girl. Living in the same 30 mile radius for roughly 20 out of 24 years of life? I would say that's hard to beat. 




Day 7: Thursday 

The trust-walks
I came up with the idea to do trust-walks a year ago instead of the inadequate out-of-the-book "go two blocks and turn left" approach for learning directions. That day has since become my standout favorite for lessons I've taught, and has also turned into the most anticipated unit in the first grade class..Who acquired all their expectant knowledge from the second graders who did it last year.

 So the walks resumed today. The teams navigated across some serious area, surpassed the success of last year, and made for an awesome full day of 4 groups (120 students) learning English with battle scars to prove it.


Day 8: Friday 

The annual all-school festival at the coed and very rural school where I teach on Fridays. The school prepares performances for weeks and invites the community to watch. Essentially, it's a community-wide talent show involving anyone and everyone who wants to participate. The 30 students who make up the school's entirety danced,  acted, sang, and the like for a solid 4 hours...Followed by an afternoon of various sports competitions. 


...And here ends my eight-day photo journal. I wouldn't call it a challenge, but more of an enjoyable project. Conclusion: I woke up every day automatically thinking about the coming experiences of the day, and anticipated the things that would make it unique. On the day I wasn't sure what I'd use for a picture, I made sure to get out and do something. I'm not an avid journal-er, but it's always interesting to feel how your days change when you consciously want to remember them. Personal challenge #2: Remember that indefinitely.

4 Days in the Philippines

A few weeks ago, three of us decided to use up our five-day Korean holiday (Thanksgiving equivalent) to travel 20 hours via bus, two planes, a 10 hour layover in Manila, walks to airport coffee shops, a makeshift van, and a ferry to Boracay Island in the Philippines. Was the journey unnecessarily long? Possibly. Were we sleep deprived and dirty after a day of nonstop travel? Yeah. Did we unanimously break into laughter as we were led down an alleyway and into an oasis of palm trees, white sands, turquoise waters, and tribal tikki bars? Yes, and my streak of seemingly-endless-budget-travel-journeys-that-make-you-question-your-priorities was immediately redeemed once again.

Day 1 started upon our arrival at roughly 9 am, Boracay Time. What would be the next four days on the island felt like 20, and I couldn't decide if it felt more like time slowed down or stopped entirely. Regardless, we were sucked into the beach culture time zone that erased all worries and any memories of insignificant schedules.We swam, we explored, we ate amazing meals, we met new friends, we shared some San Miguels and cheers'd to our good fortune. Sunset started around 6pm. An audience filled the beach, soaked in the surroundings, and collectively watched the sky turn into a pink, orange, and red masterpiece for an hour to follow. It never failed, and the next days went along the same schedule, sunset time being the highlight of the day for what appeared to be the majority of the island. (You can also read about Gina and Alyssa's take of the trip here and here.)

What we saw of the Philippines was unreal, and when I think back on the four days we spent in paradise I know that I experienced island images that so many others only imagine. However, what I found engaging wasn't the beaches or  natural beauty they had to offer. I used to thrive on going to a beach (in any shape or form), stretching out a towel, lathering on some tanning oil and calling it a day. That's no longer appealing. Walking along the Boracay beaches only came with the inspiration to see the Philippines, and see what I didn't already know.  Who am I to ride banana boats and sip on mango daquiris?  I travel to gain life experience, and if I've learned anything so far, the only way to take from an experience is when you're first humbled by it. As good as the above activities can be, they only satisfy for so long.

With that, of the more significant things I'll take from this trip is a sequence of events.

It starts with the local bar we frequented over the 4 day span (keep reading.) It was run by locals, and located on its own secluded beach one 15-minute tuk-tuk ride out of mass tourist reach. What we heard through the grape vine was something along the lines of a few wooden tables in the middle of a "jungle" on the opposite side of the island, with a crew that never failed to supply good music and even better company. We were sold, and that's exactly what we found.

The locals we met at Jungle Bar and everywhere else on Boracay continuously baffled me with their hospitality, insight, and ability to inspire. Of the handful of people I  had  real conversations with, each one was more than willing to explain why their way of life was the foolproof way to happiness and why mine (as a Westerner) wasn't. I was intrigued, and continued to listen as the night progressed, all the way through the Jungle establishment filling up, the  music getting louder, the full moon celebration reaching its peak, and my camera disappearing.  Bummer! Luckily it was my small (NOT-SLR) camera, but the pictures were gone and the memories of the trip were seemingly lost forever. I did my best to look around for it, doing nothing but causing curiosity as to why I was crawling around in the sand and at people's dancing bare feet....Soon, a full out  Jungle-Bar wide search party had begun. Police became involved, stories of who-saw-it-last were in full debate, new friends joined me in sifting through some random sand, and the escalation became an amazing group effort.

My camera wasn't found...But that was the beauty of it. Of course no one actually cared if the tourist found her trusty point-and-shoot, because that's all it was. After a suspenseful wait to identify the camera that police retrieved from a tuk-tuk earlier in the evening as unfortunately "not mine", the group then (voluntarily) helped me to redefine the loss.

Archie 'voice of wisdom' got the job done, and this is my loose variation: "Backpacker who has come to our island for four days and knows nothing about life, your camera is a material thing, and you won't get anything out of life unless you see it for what it is. Live simply, live in the moment, the best memories are in your eyes." And so, I once again received help without asking for it, this time through Archie putting me in my place.

Then, the 30 people left on Jungle Bar's secluded beach sat down to watch the sunrise. A group of six or seven began playing wooden drums, one on a didgery doo. Everyone became silent, and listened to the sounds these musicians were creating. It's amazing what a few bongos can do together, but the music, like good music usually does, took over everyone. I looked out over the water and watched the sun rise for two hours. I sat in the sand next to a small group of like-minded strangers and best friend, listened to the best two hours of bongo-drumming I'll ever hear, let the surreal feel real, and refreshingly embraced the moments that a camera could never do justice.

Who says you need a ton of pictures to make something truly worthwhile? Archie put it best...The best memories are in your eyes. That's going to stick.


A picture found from that morning floating around on the internet later... Because you don't have the mental image.