Tuesday, July 8, 2008

UNESCO... or should I say UNESCWHOA! (Suwon and Gwengju)


As the number of weekends left start to diminish I’ve been trying my best to see the oreo cookies of sights here in Korea. The two weekends posted were great cultural experiences as I went on the UNESCO tour, but not much happened that was blog worthy or pithy, so I’ll spare you much of the chronological narrative and allow you to simply enjoy the photos.


Part of the 5.6 km wall in Suwon

There was one funny story I will quickly share. While I was visiting Suwon, the fortress city, I was in need of some directions and approached a kind looking female. She worked at a bakery and I asked her if she knew how we got to the start of the wall. This young woman, quite begrudgingly asked, “Do you speak Korean?” I apologetically said that I didn’t, to which she inhaled and rolled her eyes. She hummed and hawed and seemed to be searching her database for the few basic words she knew. She definitely gave the impression that the ensuing conversation was going to be extremely difficult. “Okay, so you can get there on bus number 34 or 37. The bus stop is kitty-corner to the 7-eleven, you’ll probably have to wait no more than two or three minutes. After about 7 minutes or so on the bus, you’ll easily see where you get off. I hope that helps.”





These mounds of grass are the Korean equivalent of pyramids. Obviously these old kings were really important... either that or they really had a thing for breasts. (And that's how you completely disregard and disrespect thousands of years of history and culture.)



I love this sign, which is obviously a warning for falling rocks. Now for those of us who can't read Korean, I love the message the picture tells us. If massive boulders break loose and reach terminal velocity, make sure your child resorts to the tried and tested 1960s approach to nuclear warfare: duck and cover. Meanwhile, you fear not because you've got a feather in your fedora and you also have the ungodly strength to impede rocks as they plummet under that steadfast force known as gravity.


The hoards of tourists made it a little difficult to embrace the spiritualty of the temple. I'll bet it's hard to reach nirvana and escape to different spiritual planes of existance with all of us tourist hussies around.

Reverently,

Wilson

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Where's the beef?

For anyone watching international news lately it has been difficult to eschew the recent events unfolding here in Korea regarding American beef. Before I get into details, allow me to digress with what I think is an apt analogy.


I often play “telephone game” with my kids here in Korea. Chances are you know it. There are a line of people, the first person thinks of a sentence and whispers it to the next person and that person whispers the message into the next person’s ear and so on and so forth. The last person shouts out what they heard, which, idealistically, is the same as the original sentence. Of course, if you’ve ever played this game in North America, it's done a little differently. If the first person starts by saying something like, “I see two watermelons,” this becomes “I see your daughter’s melons,” which somehow, by the end of it, becomes something completely different like, “Your mother is a whore.” It’s inevitable that the phrase or sentence is changed as it passes from ear to ear. It’s undeniably the best part of the game, or at least that's the case in North America. In Korea my students play this game rigorously and properly. They are inexorable when passing along the message and become irrate with the student that they smoke out and determine is the word-slurring culprit. With the recent beef predicatment I feel as if everyone in Korea is playing a big game of telephone and the message is, “psst... America has bad beef. Pass it on.”


Now, allow me to briefly explain the situation. First off, beef prices in Korea are mountainous, about three times higher than they are in North America. This is partly because Korea shut it’s doors on American beef in 2003 when a case of BSE (mad cow disease) was reported in America. About three months ago the ban was removed and the newly elected Korean government was pleased (or so they thought) to bridge a gap with its third largest trading partner and biggest ally.


But Koreans can be stubborn and unforgiving. Once they got wind that American beef was going to be allowed back into their country, they became manic. They were afraid that America was going to be shipping over all their beef that was older than 30 months. This 30-month cut-off is of particular concern because BSE has a long incubation period of around 4-years. The general concensus among the Koreans I’ve talked to is that America is simply going to ship over all their geriatric cows and offload their infected beef to Korea. While being here I have been asked many times, if I would eat American beef. I have confessed that I would, and do, to which they respond, in complete seriousness, “aren’t you afraid you’ll die?” I rarely ask them to consider how Americans, consumers of 28.1 billion pounds of beef every year, aren’t all dead except for Drew Barrymore, Bob Barker and the 13 other vegetarians in America.

After they tell me I am stupid for taking such a risk, I mention that I am Canadian so it's not so bad. I then ask them if they would ever eat delicious and world famous Canadian beef. They always admit they would. But, truth be told, Canada has had 10 reported cases of BSE compared to America’s three. Statistically, Canadian beef is far more dangerous.


After two months of unrelenting protests, it has become clearer that this issue isn’t really about bad beef, but more so with Korean’s discontent with America and the newly elected President. President Lee Myung-bak was elected in February and is being held accountable (in just four months in office no less) for the beef “crisis,” a rise in gas prices and a slump in an already bearish economy. Last week, in accordance with the rabbles and their complaints, President Lee completely reshuffled his cabinet and rectified the beef situation by ensuring that no beef over 30 months would be imported for the time being. What happened two days after this news? There were massive riots again, where protesters took to the streets with iron bars, stones and obstreperosity.


Now, I am all for a vocal and engaged democracy, and it is impressive that 1,000,000 people can take to the street to let their voices be heard on an issue, but I just wish that these people wouldn’t be so ignorant. In there defence, there is so much fearmongering and propaganda going on that it is difficult for anyone not to believe that all American meat is mad cow diseased! (as roughly half of Koreans believe). I just wish they would think for themselves before getting into a tizzy.

“Psst... America’s beef is fine. Pass it on.”