Travel Blogs from Seoul
Everybody shares food...it is a group thing.
Always use two hands for everything.
Always receive with two hands
If someone below your hierarchy receive with one hand.
Never say no to anyone, especially with food.
Rude to poor your own drink.
Thoughts of the Day:
- Why are we not learning from the Korean’s and taking what they have done so well in increasing their results into schools in Australia.
... where people can't afford cars and where factories are sitting idle for want of spare parts. But most prominent in our view was the settlement of Kijong-dong. Known as the "Propaganda Village", Kijong-dong is one of only two villages allowed in the DMZ (the other is Taeseong-dong on the South Korean side only two kilometres away). Nobody actually lives in Kijong-dong, it is just for show and is meant to demonstrate the superiority of the North Korean political system and ...
... accent as Australian, knew her stuff and patiently answered everyone's questions. Whenever you find kindness and courtesy in Seoul, you hang onto it for dear life!
Then it was off to the main palace area where you could walk around alone. Changdeokgung consists of courtyards within courtyards adjacent to other courtyards. I managed to find the throne complete with the famous painting on the ₩10,000 note with five round peaks and the sun and the moon ...
... A small group remained, I heard tell of "off to do our thing" but didn't worry about it. We warmed up round a tiny flower bed, odd but okay, and then ran off a short way and did 8 lots of 20 seconds on, 10 seconds off, squat and jump. Very tough, and my thighs ached by now-this can't be ideal warm up for a mountain run? As we went through the next circuit, the instructor said hi and asked how I'd heard of them; "on the web", I said. A few of ...
... type of completely carefree contentment that I almost never experience in my daily life. At any moment, I like most people am generally able to catalog a laundry list of problems and concerns, but right now I can barely even think of one. Maybe this is a form of escapism that by definition can't last, but even that doesn't seem to matter at the moment.
Anyway, today the family that provided my scholarship took me and the other scholarship recipient out to ...