Showing posts with label Mountain. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 25, 2014

We''ve Got Seoul, But We're Not Soldiers

Hunger.  It's the only thing that reminds me I'm not completely supernatural.   Most people would probably look for Korean food when they arrive in Seoul, but I saw a sign for Mexican food upon leaving the subway, and I love me some Mexican.  How does that place afford advertising in the subway?  By charging $14 per meal.  My only thought was how can I eat that food when I can't even stomach their prices.  Upon departing that place, I saw a sign, a sign that changed everything.  You see for the first time since I left America I saw something of unrivaled magnificence.  The Belle of the ball, The Bell I was Saved By, Taco Bell.

I stared down at the beefy potato burrito in front of me, my eyes roaming her perfect form up and down. I unwrapped her like a gift, the greatest gift my taste buds would ever receive.  I added an exotic mixture of sauces, both Fire and Hot, knowing that it'd been a while and we needed to spice things up.  I cradled her in my hands and slowly drew her closer to my lips so my tongue could begin reveling in her majestic glory.  After a few moments I pulled away and couldn't help but open my eyes and marvel at her beauty.  Taco Bell, I love you.  (FYI - I toned this passage down a lot...you are welcome)


Once I started digesting the Taco Bell, I remembered the consequences of dining on such fine cuisine.  With sever stomach pain and the imminent threat of diarrhea upon me, I decided to acquaint myself with the district I was in, Itaewon, since I would be meeting my Lowelife brother, Bryn, and his friend Chris there later that evening.  I even managed to find a park with some outdoor workout equipment to help keep this body in respectable condition, but had to quit after about three minutes as I was feeling the side effects of my meal: Meat sweats, shortness of breath, and a level of indigestion that makes you wonder if you're suffering the full onslaught of a ruptured appendix.

Now ladies, you're well aware that when I arrive in a new country, you begin tingling... Uncontrollably.  When me and my broseph arrive...Ooooo shiver me timbers ladies, shiver me timbers.  However, there's one other thing you should know about us, we are mortal enemies.   In fact ever since he started wearing cologne, I've been dumping out half the bottle and filling it back up with urine.  From 1993-1997, I put tufts of wolf fur in his bed during nights of full moons, so he'd wonder if he was a werewolf.  Whenever he'd get blackout drunk and pass out, I would melt snickers bars in the microwave and stuff the contents in his underwear so he'd think he shit his pants.  One time I sold all of his furniture on craigslist and then let him buy me ice cream while we filed a police report for stolen property. What has he done to me in return?  When I graduated high school he drove me to Chicago to take me to a USA vs England soccer match, when I graduated college he let me live with him for free until I found a job, and when he came to meet me here he brought me a pair of nice headphones since all of mine keep breaking.  In other words, I'm awesome and he is kind of a wuss.

No one had anything pre-planned for our first day, so we decided to just go to the middle of the city and start wandering around.  It worked out pretty well as we stumbled upon a bunch of the recommended markets and temples that are among Seoul's top tourist attractions.  I was expecting the markets in Korea to be shit in comparison to the ones in Southeast Asia, but I was totally wrong.  The markets are massive here, spanning multiple blocks; They seem never-ending.  The prices are pretty on par with what you would expect, but just like all other markets there isn't a huge variety; It's just the same items being sold over and over.  We also got our first taste of street food, the famous Korean pancake.  We finished the day by wandering down to the river and enjoying some beers.  Apparently drinking in public is perfectly acceptable here!
In case you can't read Korean, the sign says, "To the sexiest man alive, Sean Lowe, our Seoul is yours"
I'd kill for one of those swords....literally (psychotic laughing smiley while slowly raising stolen, bloody sword in hand)
The Brothers Lowe, Slowe and Blowe
Being able to share a beer with friends in a foreign country, can't ask for much more than that :)
Cherry blossoms are a pretty big part of Asian culture, so we headed to a park where we hoped to see some in bloom, but we missed them by a few weeks.  The petals are extremely delicate, so they usually only last for a week or two before getting blown away.  We decided to roam around the park anyways and hung out by the river for a little while.  On our way back to the subway we saw a bunch of dudes playing, what we call it in the hood, "Street Ball".

So here's the deal.  When you're a person with unbelievable athleticism, unrivaled muscular definition, and gorgeous hair, you're gonna play pick up basketball on the mean streets of Korea.  Did I hit the rim on a single shot where I was further than 4 feet from the hoop? Absolutely not.  Apparently after 9 months of muscular atrophy, I wasn't strong enough to get the ball airborne.  However, Chris is a 6'3 white guy and we were playing a bunch of Asians, so we won both games.  
I will buy a garden where your flowers can bloom.  I will buy you a new car, perfect shiny and new.  I will buy you that big house way up in the west hills, I will buy you a new life....
Should I move here or remain Seoulless?
Pick up basketball game in Korea...Check
The three of us are pretty outdoorsy, so we decided to hike to Baegundae Peak on Mt. Bukhansan, the highest mountain in Seoul.  The path up was pretty cool and had a gradual incline, but once you got close to the top it became extremely steep.  The path started to disappear eventually dwindling into a slope with a rope nailed into the cliff-side.  Thus Bryn and Chris got an introduction into Asian hiking, where there are no rules and American safety regulations don't apply.  

As rough as getting to the top was, the view was fucking epic.  It might even be in my top 10.  Seeing the sheer size of Seoul from that high is mind-numbing.  Outside of Tokyo, it's the largest metropolitan area in the world.  There was a tiny little podium at the very top that we made it up to, but immediately after arriving a ranger told us we had to start climbing back down, because there was a helicopter rescue crew coming to save some people that were stranded on the mountain.  So no photos of us at the top with the Korean flag...I guess we'll just have to come back another time :).
Pathway, just a bunch of rocks...Whatevs
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.  Let's climb some mountains, make some money, find some models for wives.  I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.  You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.  This our decision, to live fast and die young.  We've got the vision, now let's have some fun! Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?  Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Last year: South America, This year: South Korea, Next Year......?!?!?
Those dots are people scaling the mountain!
For some reason this makes me think of MacGuyver and I just want to yell, "MURDOC!!!!"
We were pretty famished after the hike, so we grabbed some street food, followed by some Mexican food to fuel back up.  Though we already had the amazing city view from the top of the mountain, we decided to check out the view from Seoul Tower, which is the #1 tourist attraction in the city.   We took a cable car from the city up to the tower and then paid another fee to go to the top.  Price gouging!  The view was pretty cool, but the windows were smeared with finger prints and had an insane amount of glare, so you couldn't get an unobscured view.  The worst part?  We were planning on getting some street food on the way back: Waffles stuffed with ice cream, but alas, it was closed when we got back.  :'(
I feel like when an architect designs a building, he draws a penis and then modifies it just enough to not look exactly like a penis
I'm not sure if they made the windows pro-glare enough.  I could use at least 30% more glare when looking out of them.  I mean why would I want to see the city outside when I can see the room I'm standing in?
Our next stop was Busan, which is the second largest city in Korea, and happens to be on the coast!  Don't get too excited ladies, it's too cold for bathing suits at the moment, so you won't see any photos of us shirtless.  Normally I would take the bus, but the other guys wanted to take the bullet train since they couldn't afford to waste too much time travelling between destinations.  I sucked up the extra cost of the ticket as I was saving quite a bit of money by sleeping on the floors of their hotel rooms.  Definitely a good trade off for me!

We spent our first day in Busan roaming around and drinking the occasional brew.  For our second day we decided to do another hike in Busan since the one in Seoul was so awesome, this time heading to Guemjongsan.  Our time was limited, so we took cable cars to the main hiking ground and then just hiked a few of the shorter trails.  Most of the signs were in Korean, so we didn't really know where we were going, but eventually we found a couple good vantage points. After returning from the mountain we grabbed our gear and then switched over to a hotel that was near Busan's most famous beach, Haeundae. 
Bullet Train to Busan!
Amazing views from the cable car
Air quality....Questionable
I can't remember the man, that panhandler, or his melody.  But the words exchanged had far exceeded any change I'd given thee...
The hotel in Haeundae was pretty amazing, it even had a queen and a twin mattress, so I was able to share a bed with Bryn instead of sleeping on the floor.  Remember, sleeping in the same bed as your grown sibling is acceptable, so long as it's not Lannister style.  We arrived at the hotel close to supper time, so Bryn and I decided to dine at a Korean BBQ place we saw nearby.  Chris is a vegetarian, which might actually be illegal in Korea, so he was told there weren't any vegetarian options.  Which kind of makes no sense because Korean BBQ consits of grilling meat and then adding that to veggie filled lettuce wraps... It's like, just a let a bro grill some tofu.  Ergo, he was forced to dine on some Indian food instead.

After our respective dinners we grabbed some Soju from the convenience store and hit up the beach.  The price is unbeatable, one bottle is $1.25 and it's over 18% alcohol.  You could get absolutely hammered for 4 or 5 bucks.  Side note: Walking up to a girl with a soju and saying, "Soju think you can dance?", does not work and probably never will.  The taste of soju is pretty rough.  It's basically like drinking a slightly watered down version of vodka.  I mean, at least throw a little bit of dragon fruit extract in there.  Haeundae Beach also delivered in one other very important area...It had a shop that sold waffles with ice cream!!!

I can't even begin to describe how delicious this concoction is.  A warm, fluffy waffle, freshly buttered, diced into perfect size bites and then covered with exactly the correct amount of ice cream.  It might be the greatest ice cream related dessert I've ever had.  After the waffles, we kicked back a few beers and played some darts before heading to the street market one last time to get a little midnight snack.  Everything seemed to be closing down, but we were able to score some veggie pancakes and a couple of suited up dudes shared some of their soju with us.
Haeundae Beach
You thinking what I'm thinkin bro?  I was thinking we pound these sojus and put the laid in ladies if you know what I'm saying, is that what you were thinking?  I was actually thinking about what it would be like to tickle a dead pigeon, but let's do your thing.  Huzzah!!!
The next day we said our goodbyes as Bryn and Chris headed back to Seoul to catch their flight home.  As a parting gift my bro gave me a dozen cliff bars, to help fuel my remaining hikes.  The gesture almost made me feel bad for filling his cologne bottle with rattlesnake urine the previous night... Since I had done no planning before arriving in Korea, I didn't know what I was going to do after they departed, so I figured I might as well hike another mountain and then spend a few days relaxing to figure it all out.

I chose to climb Jangsan mountain, because the path runs through an old mine field.  How cool is that?!?!  I will say that hiking in Korea is an adventure as the signs are only occasionally written in English.  My goal was to hike to the peak, but whenever I followed a sign, the distance seemed to change.  I was 3.0 KM away, but after following that path, I was 3.7 km away, then I was 2 km, 2.7 km, 900 meters, 1.6 km, 3 km.  It was pretty demoralizing as I had no idea where I was or even which hill I was supposed be climbing, because the mountains, being Asian, all looked the same.  Luckily everyone in Korea is super nice, so whenever I found someone that spoke English they told me the basic direction to go.  All in all, what was supposed to be a 8 KM round trip taking 3 hours, turned into about a 16 KM trip taking 6 hours.  After that climb, I deserved some relaxation time and spent the next few days bumming around Busan's beaches.
The buildings are so overwhelmingly white here (My only guess is that it's due to air traffic or building codes, who knows?)...I would totally mix it up and build a gigantic green building just to throw everyone off.
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.  Where trouble melts like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me.......
Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes.  I see this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home.  And I've never been so alone. And I've never been so alive.
I love the architecture in Korea, it's fascinating.
I ended up staying at Mr. Kim's guesthouse in Busan and it was one of the best hostels I've ever stayed at.  On the day I was leaving, I told him I was going to take the ferry to Jeju island, despite the fact one had sunk a few weeks prior.  Five minutes later he came up to me and told me it would be cheaper to fly.  Apparently if you book flights through the Korean website you get better prices than the English site, so with his help I was able to book a ticket, including checked baggage, for $30.  The ferry would have been well over $40 and would have taken 12 hours vs. the 1 hour flight.  I have to say, I don't think I've ever met as many genuinely nice people as I have in Korea.  All of the locals will try and help you if they can and if they don't speak English they'll apologize for not being able to help you.  It's an amazing place.

My flight to Jeju was swift, but my ability to find my hostel was not.  However, that's a story for another blog...

Random GoPros
Koreans are the kindest people I've ever encountered
Korean BBQ!  Looks a little weird, but tastes amazing!
Have you seen Orphan Black?  This is where I'm going to propose to Tatiana Maslany, she is incredible.  She does have one major flaw...being Canadian, but with a little surgery even that can be fixed!
May the good lord be with you down every road you roam and may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home...Forever young, forever young!
We're the cream of the crop, we rise to the top!!!
The sun lays down inside the ocean, I'm right where I belong.  Feel the air, the salt on my skin, the future's coming on.  And after living through these wild years and coming out alive, I just want to lay my head here, stop running for a while.
Sometimes you take a selfie and think, "this is going to be hilarious", but then you see it and realize it's so douchey you deserve to be punched in the face with a land mine
Ever since my arrival, the Korean government has been subject to a grueling debate about whether or not to rename the city BuSean in my honor.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Sapa

Vietnam had been amazing, but every place I visited seemed to be a big city, so I decided to head to the small town of Sapa.  Kaitlin and I booked a trek that included a home stay in a local village and the overnight train from Hanoi.  The tour left from a hotel/travel agency, so we were able to drop our bags and get a buffet breakfast before taking off.  Since the train was a few hours late, we started our journey at eleven instead of nine.

A group of locals joined us as we left the hotel to escort us to their village, giving us a chance to chat with them.  They all have excellent English, which they learn through a combination of school and constantly talking (trying to sell things to) tourists.  The path itself was pretty easy walking, since it was all downhill.  The views were absolutely amazing; I'd seen rice paddies in Indonesia, but they weren't anywhere near this scale.  It was the most beautiful scenery I found during my time in Vietnam.
Manliness aside...How precious is this little girl?!?!
The scenery looks amazing on a cloudy, foggy day.  I can only imagine what this looks like on a sunny one
Down in the valley with whisky rivers, these are the places you will find me hiding.  These are the places I will always go, these are places I will always go...
The situation did get super annoying when we stopped for lunch and it instantly became a giant guilt trip (trap), with our guide and all the locals telling us we needed to buy goods from them since they walked with us for so long.  Everyone knew it was coming, but it's still disappointing when it manifests.  We were also surrounded by a group of little girls that I'm convinced were zombies.  They moved by barely shuffling their feet and exhorted a steady, monotonous chorus of, "Buy from me".  No one leaves you alone, even when you ask them to, some of them even grab you, which to me is extremely disrespectful.  RESPECT THE BUBBLE!

Our initial group before lunch included a Welsh guy named David, A Dutch girl named Addowa, and an English girl named Eva.  But after lunch we were joined by a Chinese woman and a pair of deaf girls.  They're incredible, sometimes I get frustrated trying to communicate abroad, so I can only imagine what those two go through; Inspiring.  We walked for a few more hours before arriving at the homestay, where another Dutchman came into the fold, Roy. 
I never finish phrases I misspell, open arms and prison cells.  When I said I hate what I've become... I lied, I hated who I was
Just a kid with a mangled, tortured snake tied to a stick.  PETA would implode in Asia
If you were to imagine a homestay in your mind, you're probably thinking it involves staying with a local family that has no power or running water.  The one we stayed at not only had power and hot water, but also a pool table, television, and some of the fastest wifi I've experienced in Vietnam.  They even served us french fries as an afternoon snack!  On the one hand, some people may say that's not an authentic homestay, but I'd disagree with that. I'd rather see how people really live, rather than have them disingenuously put on a show to make a few extra bucks.  If they are evolving to incorporate modern technology, then so be it.  Besides, when you walk past a million power/phone lines, you'd have to be relatively naive to believe they live without such amenities.  

After dinner, our tour guide basically told us we couldn't leave and if we bought beer it needed to be from the local family we were staying with rather than the bar down the hill.  Breakfast the next morning was banana/honey crepes, so tasty.  We also got to eat a second breakfast with the family, which was much heavier.  There was a bunch of baconesque ham slices, a banana flower dish, rice, and leftovers from the previous night.  It's still weird for me that people eat soup, rice, and noodles for breakfast, but it takes all kinds in this world.  Once again our tour guide told us we needed to tip the family.  It wasn't long after this that the Chinese lady in our group told him he needed to back off and quit telling all the younger people in the group to buy things or give out tips, because they're poor as well and trying to stretch their money out as long as possible during their travels.  It was pretty awesome.

After breakfast we trekked through the mud to get to a waterfall that overlooked the valley.  After stopping there briefly to take a few photos, we hiked through an even muddier path in order to get to a small town to break and have lunch.   We were once again accosted to buy goods as soon as we sat down, what I wouldn't give to eat in peace...  I'm pretty sure there was supposed to be another hour of hiking after lunch, but we were shuttled back to the hotel instead.  Whatevs.
She better get in the kitchen and make me a damn sandwich when she's done tilling this field. #RespectForWomen
This is the way it was always meant to be
Apparently only one of us had the energy to make a kick ass pose at the top of the waterfall!!!!! Look at that hair and those forearms.  Those are the type of forearms that are meant to wield a lightsaber.   I would totally do me.
The next day I swapped to a cheap hostel and started searching for a new bag.  The backpack I had swapped with my broseph Josh was reaching a point where it was no longer usable.  I found one for $23, which was a pretty nice upgrade as the lifting strap, shoulder pad, side clasps, and three zippers were broken on Josh's.  I think Kaitlin was a little weirded out by how excited I was to get a new bag, but I don't buy stuff, so when I get something new it's the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me.  

Later that afternoon we met up with Stine and Kristine, who had come to Sapa the day after us.  The three girls all headed back to Hanoi that night to catch flights to Indonesia, so we all said our goodbyes and I went back to my hostel room to celebra...I mean shed tears, in regards to their departure.  I also booked a trip to climb the highest mountain in the Vietnam/Indochina region, Fansipan.  The girls told me I should have joined them in Bali, because my life would go to shit without them.  Maybe I should have listened...

The tour was supposed to leave at 9:15 in the morning, but we didn't even leave the office until 12:15.  We were told the reason for the delay was because the train carrying a group of 15 Vietnamese people was late.  However, when we left the agency, we were dropped off at a hotel where all the Vietnamese people had been staying...since the night before.  Lying bastard.  In addition to the Vietnamese, our group contained Marcus from Norway and Tim, Sjoerd, Ilse, Dennis, and Pietsje from the Netherlands.

By the time we finally got to the mountain, it was 1:15 in the afternoon.  However, we were told we couldn't start hiking, because now the porters needed to eat lunch, so we sat around until 2.  We also discovered we didn't have a tour guide, just a group of porters that didn't speak English.  The seven westerners in the group were pissed about the late start and wanted to make sure we got to the camping grounds before the sun went down, so we ended up doing the entire hike on our own ahead of the porters.  Marcus, Tim and I were the first to arrive to camp at 5:30, with the others arriving at 6.  Some of the Vietnamese weren't as quick and had to spend a few hours hiking in the dark.  
And what if the mountain defeats you Gandalf????  Wow, a Star Wars and LOTR reference all in one post.  Don't come running too quickly ladies, wouldn't want you to trip over a Nimbus 2000...
Our campsite was really fancy
Day two required an early start, so we were roused from our slumbers at 6, fed breakfast, and then started hiking around 7.  Marcus and I were on a mission to get to the summit, so we hiked past the Vietnamese people that started earlier in the morning.  We ended up being the first ones to make it to the top, along with the fastest Vietnamese person who joined us along the way.  The worst part about getting to the top, was knowing that we had to go back down using the exact same route; There was nothing new or exciting to come on the descent, instead it was just a feeling of, "Can't we be done already?".  Tim and Marcus were so intent to get back to Sapa that they got lunch from a different group's porters and set off on their own. By the time the rest of us were served lunch, it was already 11:30.  After lunch I went to the tent where I had left a full bottle of water, but apparently one of the porters decided to take it for himself.  At least he left me the bottle that was 1/3 full so I wouldn't die of dehydration during the final 3.5 hour descent.

By the time I reached the finish, it was already 3 in the afternoon and I was hoping the rumors that a vehicle was waiting to pick us up were true. However, I soon realized every tour company had a van waiting but ours.  Thus I purchased an overpriced water and sat in my cold, sweaty clothes, while the wind pounded me for over 45 minutes before the rest of the group arrived.  The porter said transport would arrive in 5 minutes.  25 minutes later, when I asked him where transport was, he said, you guessed it,  "5 minutes".  All in all, I waited for 2 hours before getting a ride back into town.  Worst. Tour. Ever.  I could have done the entire thing on my own in a single day.
People always told me my head was in the clouds...If only they realized my limits were beyond the sky
Here's to the last time running through snow, cus my vault is full and my fire's bold
Vanquished
Though the tour sucked balls, we kicked ass!
We all went to tour agency upon arriving into town and demanded a refund because there were so many delays, the service was terrible in general, and there was no English speaking guide.  However, the dude running the place was a total asshole and kept trying to blame everything on the porter, even though he was the one in charge of transport and providing a guide, our two main complaints.  Eventually he just started yelling, "I NEVER GIVE MONEY BACK. NO. NEVER."  He had no concern about providing good service or having any level of customer satisfaction.  However, his decisions are his own, as is his karma.  Most agencies don't seem to care about positive feedback or improved performance in Vietnam, it's all about getting money in the short term;  Long term strategy does not matter.  

My shoes got so torn up during the climb that the heel was separating from the mesh on the sides, so I had to trash them.  The American girl in my dorm room also accidentally stole my contacts case when she left in the morning.  It sucked on multiple fronts as contacts are expensive, I have a limited supply with me, and it's quite difficult to find a lense case out here.  You can only get a case by buying a full bottle of contact solution, which is around $10.  The universe was putting me into a Depressean.

During my last day in Sapa, I had the pleasure of watching an old woman farmer sneeze (blow her boogers) directly into the street as I was eating lunch.  I took that as a sign to move on, so I booked the overnight bus to Hanoi, which also saved me from paying for that evening's accommodation.  The bus was supposed to get in around 7 AM, but I was awoken at 4:30 as the bus driver felt the need blare Vietnamese music at the highest volume possible.  The speaker was directly above my seat and even with my ipod on full blast, I couldn't block out the tune.  When I asked if he could turn it down, he just started yelling, "HANOI!" and pointing towards the ground.  Why being in our target destination meant he had to play that unholy music for 45 minutes on full blast will remain unknown to me.  I'm pretty sure everyone was up after the first nanosecond.  


I spent a night in Hanoi to catch up on my blog, wash my soaked clothing, and take care of a few other items.  My flight into the Philippines was my first since going from Kuala Lumpur to Thailand, which was the second flight in a row I'd gone to the wrong airport.  Ergo, I was hoping to fare better this time, but that's a story for another blog... 

Sexy Photo Shoot Time
SUIT UP!  Suit Up seems to be a suitable caption considering how well my new suit suits me.
Fansipan Fancy Pants!!!!
Great Suit, Great Life!!!!
The fastest men up the mountain!!!!
If you're thinking about what it'd be like to see me without the suit on...
There's no one I disapprove of or root for more than myself....
If you think of my nipples as eyes, my torso looks like a super creepy alien face...Look away before you get sucked in
Random GoPros
Sometimes I struggle to contain my excitement
Stop this train, I wanna get off and go home again.  I can't take the speed it's moving in.  I know I can't, but honestly, won't someone stop this train?
Don't stop this train, don't for a minute change the place you're in.  Don't think I couldn't ever understand. I tried my hand, tried honestly, I'll never stop this train!
I live in a city, but I belong in a field
Where are you now, oh where are you now?  Do you ever think of me in the quiet; In the crowd?
I took no mind altering drugs in Vietnam, you're welcome mom.
Don't get too excited, it probably just means I'm going to do heroin, crystal meth, or some really dangerous drugs you haven't even heard about while I'm in the Philippines
At least the guard rails are intact
Walk along to another day, work a little harder, work another way.  Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.  Gonna float on, maybe would you understand?
Walked on off to another spot, I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.  Do I want love? Do I need to know? Why does it always feel like I'm caught in the undertow?
The guy behind me is just like, why does this douche keep doing the Titanic pose... No one knows