Are you still there?

Yes, I am indeed. As yet the North Koreans haven't got me. In fact, things have gone a bit quieter during the last few days. It's pretty easy to forget that I'm living in a country which is still, technically at least, at war. Anyway, I'm going to ignore the hysterical chunterings of some English teachers that I have read online and not worry about it until things get a lot worse. The way I see it, I'm not living in a legitimate military target anyway, and the North has no chance of actually winning a war. In fact, they are largely unable to feed their army, so even if things did look bad I could just loot a local grocery store and go and live in the mountains until the Americans piled in and mopped up.

So, if anyone is worried, please don't be. I'm registered with the embassy and I do check the FCO page regularly. If things look bad I promise I will jump on a boat to Japan and work out what I'm going to do from there.

On to happier stuff then. I'm still trying to catch up with everything that I mean to post from the last few weeks. I'm going to continue with some shots from the Jinbu Buddha day parade. This took place on the 14th of May, a week before Buddha's birthday, as most people (myself included) use the National holiday to go away for a long weekend.

It was a pretty entertaining evening. We went to watch the parade, and thanks to a friend ended up being involved in it. It was good fun carrying a lantern through the town, with the high school band just behind us. This was followed by a concert, but by that time I was tired and hungry, so I disappeared home. Still, here are some of the pictures I took from the parade.

Buddhist kids are cute.

And so are Shitzus, apparently.

Buddhas.

Readying the lanterns.

Marching band.

Buddha being pushed around the streets.

As above.

Buddhist ladies, clearly not too devout to wave at a foreigner with a camera.

It's fun to dress up.

Elephants.

Tiger.

Buddhists, young and old (above and below).

Not really sure what this was.

I'm also including a couple of videos I took. The first is a shot of a couple of floats followed by traditional bands in some pretty cool traditional clothes. I'm really digging the first groups pompom hats. Musicians wearing these are usually accompanied by dancers with twirling ribbons attached to the tops of their hats.

The second video is of the high school band, who I think are actually pretty good. They're definitely better than I remember the Skinners' School orchestra being (with apologies to anyone I know who was involved in that venerable institution).

Jinbu Buddha Day Parade from Alexander Grevett on Vimeo.

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Jinbu High School Band from Alexander Grevett on Vimeo.

OK. That's it for a short while. I hope to have another post done very soon.

A

Naksan-sa and Seoraksan

And so the blogging continues. It feels rather like I'm chasing my tail here as there is an ever growing folder of photos on my desktop waiting to be posted and written about. My new camera is proving to be somewhere between a blessing and a curse. I have some great photos to share with you, but I now have so many it's a marathon job just sorting and editing them.

This means that there will be fewer words in this post than normal. Pictures are far more use here anyway, as this is the document of a trip to Seoraksan National Park, widely considered to be the most beautiful national park in Korea. I hope the phtographs do it justtice, as it is truly spectacular. Huge sandstone rocks jut out against the sky, before sweeping down into slopes covered with many hundreds of greens. I'm really glad that summer is here, as all over the land is turning from an arid brown covered with slush to a lush green. It really is rather pretty over here.

The first few shots are of Naksan-sa temple, which is literally on the East coast, followed by some shots of the hike we took along the bottom of the valley. We were supposed to be climbing to the highest peak in the park, but we were not allowed to. More details on that post-pictures.

The insect museum close to Naksan-sa. Occasionally my old house in Guatemala looked a little like this.

This guy liked banana and almond bread.

My first Korean newt!

Amazing dual coloured cherry blossoms.

This is a spring where the water has a very high iron content, which is why it looks more like the site of a human sacrifice.

So just one short story to tell you before I go then. We arrived at the base of the trail up to the highest peak in the park at about 1pm. We were informed by a park ranger that we couldn't go up, because the trail closed at 3pm. Why did the trail close at 3, we enquired. "Because we don't want people on the mountain in the dark". "Fair enough, I suppose. So what time does it open again in the morning?" "3am." Grrrrrr.

I think that's enough about this little trip. I plan on taking a little break from doing stuff so hopefully I will get caught up on the blogging. It's already going much better than my Guatemala effort though. Coming soon: posts on my debut for the town football team, shark-diving, Buddha's day parade and some other gubbins.

Hasta entonces,

A

Sports Day

When I applied to teach in Korea I wanted to teach high school kids. The thought of dealing with classrooms full of kids any younger than 15 filled me with dread. Having got the high school post I wanted, I then learnt that there were not enough classes for me at the high school, and I was to be farmed out to rural elementary schools twice a week. Not cool, I thought at the time. However, over the time I've been here my elementary schools have proved to be among my favourite parts of the week. The kids are (in general) far more pleasant and in some cases more able than my high school kids, and classes are in general a lot more fun. Thus, when I was invited to attend Geomun Elementary's sports day I was more than happy to accept.

I must have gone to one of the smallest primary schools in England. I believe there were somewhere around 50 pupils in the school. This meant that grades were pushed together and I ended up in a classroom with two other years. Geomun Elementary makes Frant Primary look big, having just over 30 pupils above kindergarten age. Testament to Korea's huge education budget is the fact that each grade has it's own class and teacher, and the rooms are kitted out with huge TVs, computers, projectors and everything else you could want for teaching. It's an impressive institution and the kids seem to really benefit from it. Some of my best students are here, and will hopefully go on to do good things in the future.

On to the sports day then. I arrived during preparation and managed to busy myself putting out chairs, then helping the kids warm up by doing chin ups on the monkey bars and pushing them on the swings (a key part of any warm up).

"Microphone check. 1, 2, 1 ,2."

The first proper business of the day was to pledge the pledges, sing the national anthem, and then stretch off properly. Clearly, the only way to do this is to stretch to music. Preferably something trumping and stately that sounds like it was produced in the 1950s and probably was. Pictures and sounds can relate this event far better than I can in words:

I swapped hats with a student for the purposes of the comedy picture below. Then the serious business began with some short sprints. Below you can see two 6th grade girls really going for it, and some way back, one not really going for it.

It being sports day plenty of parents turned out to watch their kids. For a Korean parent (or, as it turned out, a guest English teacher) sports day is a little more involved than an English one. First up was the women's race. This was one of the strangest competitions I have ever seen. It consisted of a metal hoop tethered in the middle of the football pitch. The teams line up on either side and run to the middle in an attempt to get through the hoop first. The twist being that once through, the first woman is allowed to run off with the hoop and drop in closer to her side, leaving the opposition with much further to travel. To balance things out though, you can tread on the chain, grab the hoop or engage in good natured but spirited wrestling with your opponent in order to stop them from taking the hoop. First team through the hoop wins the prizes. Once again, I'll let the pictures tell the story:

Once the race was over, everyone was awarded a prize. For the older ladies too fragile to brawl in the sand, a more gentle fishing game was offered. What you can't see in this picture is the small boy in the "pond" clipping prizes onto each granny's fishing rod.

Then next up it was the men's turn. Given what I'd just seen in the women's event I was expecting to be given a rifle and told to shoot on sight. Fortunately ours was the more leisurely pursuit of hoop rolling. I was rubbish, but not as bad as some on the other team and we won comfortably. A good result all around. Here's a picture of me in action.

My event one successfully negotiated with minimal humiliation, the focus turned back on to the kids. Now it was time for them to take part in some strange activities. This particular event featured either skipping (OK), spinning on the spot (a bit weird) or putting on and taking off an egregiously coloured pair of trousers (really weird). Here's some video footage. Check out a clearly dizzy girl taking a slightly circuitous path back to her team post-spinning:

Next up was the school band's performance. I'm starting to really enjoy the Korean traditional drumming. We were given brilliant displays a couple of times at orientation. There's often some incredible athleticism involved with dancing and twirling hats, all while keeping the beat on a drum, or simply some brutal rhythmic pounding to enjoy. The school band's performance doesn't really have either of these, but is still pretty good. I was especially impressed that they took themselves off to practise one lunchtime without any adult supervision and managed to conduct a pretty well ordered session. It wouldn't happen in England, I'd wager. Here they are:

All this and we were still not through the morning's activities. Without even giving the kids time to change, we were on to the relays, with more excellent running action from the girls:

It was about this time that my high school co-teacher popped around to see what was happening (and, possibly, to check up on me). She arrived just in time to watch the Korean folk dance being performed by the kids, as pictured below:

I may occasionally be a bit dim, but I'm not entirely stupid. I knew exactly what was coming after the kids dance. I also warily took note of the camera in my co-teacher's hand. It looked pretty old. Definitely too old to have a decent video function anyway. I was probably in the clear, right? Wrong. As expected, the parents (and me) were called into the circle and I was forced to perform the entire dance, while my co-teacher captured it on video. I clearly have a huge masochistic streak, because here it is for your viewing pleasure. I am thinking of disabling the comments section on this post though to avoid the inevitable hilarity...

After a decent (and soju free, for once) lunch break, the festivities continued with the amazing onion ring race. This comprised crawling through a tunnel, then grabbing an onion ring from a clothes peg with your teeth, eating it and racing for the line. At this stage I wasn't really surprised by strange events, though I still had at least one surprise coming after these photos.

Geomun teachers (in natty matching tracksuits) pegging up onion rings. Only in Korea.

As the washing line was cleared away and the discarded fractions of onion ring swept from the track, I noticed two tables being set up where the washing line had been. Placed upon these were two transparent bowls of small fish, uncomfortably tightly packed. My palms started to sweat a little. This didn't look good. It got worse when the 6th grade teacher beckoned me to the start of the sprint course to join the fathers. The instructions were simple. "Two fish. End". I spotted some small bowls stacked by the fish and clutched at straws "Using the bowls?" "No. Bowls for ladies. You use hands." "Oh."

I didn't have too much time to reflect on this though, as the starting gun fired and I was sprinting towards the bowls. It actually wasn't too horrible, and I managed to grab two fish in good time. Things took a turn for the worse when one of them flipped it's way out of my grasp with 20 metres to go. I pondered briefly what to do, then figured that an attempt to rescue it would probably result in two fish flapping about on the sand, not just one. I raced the rest of the course, threw my one remaining fishy into the bowl of water that awaited it and then went back for the straggler. Whispering soothing words about cool water I managed to scoop it up and get it to the end of the course, still managing to finish second.

The fish were carried away to destinations unknown at this point. I suspect it may have been to the school canteen, but my co-teacher refused to be drawn on this speculation. There weren't many photos taken of the race, but I did procure this one of me scrabbling around for my two fish.

The two final competitions were the dressing up race and the tug of war. During the dressing up race the teams donned wellington boots and raced to dress two boys up as man and wife. Proof indeed that it's never too early to start stripping a young boy of his dignity. Following this was the parents tug of war, which my team won comfortably. This had very little to do with me though, as anyone who has seen the size of my arms will testify. Finally, the kids did the same, prizes were given out and everyone went home. Everyone except me, who went back to the high school and taught an afternoon class there. It's a hard life.

If you made it this far, congratulations, and thanks. This ended up being a bit of a marathon post, but the day was one of the most interesting and fun I've had in Korea. Many thanks to all of the staff and kids. I'm starting to think I might be around for next year's as well.

Cheers

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