A royal escape from the rain

We arrived in Haridwar on a very auspitious day, 9/9/9 after traveling through the rain our train arrived to a dry city. With no couchsurfing planned I was really our first experience of getting out the train with no idea. Let me tell you it is much nicer with a plan. The streets were packed with thousands of people many here for the yearly journey to offer puja to their ancestors. It was a bit of an intense experience to say the least and so we wondered about with our heavy bags trying to decide where to go. The ashram hadn’t gotten back to us and so we turned to the our trusty old LP, but alas it’s advice was not good. The supposedly clean hotel Om deluxe was not clean and was run by a rather creepy man and many young boys he bossed aroud. After putting our stuff in our room we caught the cable car up to the Mansa Devi Temple, there we were sold flowers by boys to give to the goddess and were called over by every other saddhu to make an offering and receive the quintessential painted dot on our forehead. It is an interesting experience watching the Hindus and Sikhs all worship they are so devoted and put all their faith into these ideas. Alas as we left the temple and returned down the mountain the streets seemed more hectic and all-consuming, so we tucked into our hotel early hoping tomorrow would bring more light.

After a rather dismal sleep involving a continual up and down to turn on and off the fan, we awoke to rain and this was not just any rain this was insane, streets turned to rivers Indian monsoon rain. Oh what were we to do? Should we try and find the ashram on our own or should we stay another night? Fortunately our upper class tastes led us back to the LP and to the most expensive hotel in town, The Haveli Hari Ganga. Of course an expensive hotel in India was really only $50 a piece per night. The Haveli was built in 1918 and was originally a guest house for the rich and royal who came to visit the holy city of Haridwar and it definitely felt royal. We arrived and ate a sumptuous breakfast and then relaxed in our nice clean room until it was time for a massage. WE were treated to a steam bath and Indian head and foot massages which lifted our spirits to a whole new level. We spent the whole day relaxing in the hotel watching the rain and playing chess and eating delicious food. The next day we finally got the address of the ashram and after a relaxing morning we went to check it out. It was just what we hoped and so we walked most of the way home and entered the Haveli one last time with smiles on our faces knowing we had one more night to relax and then had a place to call home at least for a little while.

Beautiful India

Namaste beautiful people

We have arrived in India safely and boy has it been three days packed full of adventure. We arrived in Delhi under a stormy sky at 9:30pm (2am Korea time) and quickly found ourselves a prepaid taxi to the take us to our hosts house in the suburb of Gurgaon. Our hosts name was Shailja and she was a 29 yr old stay at home mom with a four yr old and a husband who works for google. It was an interesting perspective on India. There apt was in a beautiful condo building with four bedrooms each with an attached bath. They had a three servants, a live in maid who had her own apt just outside the main apt, a cook and a cleaner. It was a strange reality but they were nice to the help, though they did not quite feel like family. We however were treated like family. Perhaps it was a way to curb the mundane reality of a house wife, but Shailja stayed up late chatting with us and fed us all sorts of amazing food.

Delhi itself was crazy. A city of around 13 million filled with so much contradictions. Everywhere there are beautiful new glass buildings surrounded by crumbling walls and pot-holed streets. The extremely rich in their mercedes and silk suits roam the streets with the extremely poor, children with kwaskior swollen bellies and old women with clothing so thread- bare their breasts hang out. It is a hard thing to see, esp witnessing and hearing the perspectives of the rich who just claim there is nothing to be done. Of course, the main thing that one notices, esp after being on little Jeju is the smells, noise and colours. Everywhere the scent of urine, spices, dirty, sweat, cows and cheap cologne mingle in the air. Mixed with the noise created by people yelling and horns honking it is a complete and total sensory overload. We spent our first day in town shopping in Khan market and Connaught Place and wow was it heaven to me. The goods are amazing, so colourful, so cheap. I am amazed i didn't spend all my money. I did get pulled in by some beautiful Gujarati women who were sitting down a side street in their beautiful sarees selling the most exquisite clothing. I bought an unreal dress with matching pants and scarf which i can not even express the beauty of with words, but as Caitriona said i should be married in it. I also bought to pant suits that are both wonderful. I have decided to get rid of all my clothes i brought with me and just wear Indian clothing, not that i didn't already know that ;)

Yesterday, we spent the morning with our hosts playing with their little girl Anhiti and eating spanish omelettes and dosas. Finally it came time to catch our cab to the train station. I must admit an feeling of dread and adventure filled me with this prospect after reading all the horrible stories written by travellers visiting this place. But it was really easy as pie. Of course it was busy but we did not feel in danger and we never got harrassed or groped by anyone. I think this definitely had to do with the fact that we wore traditional clothing. It is amazing how different it feels being stared at in western clothes and in Indian clothes. The train ride was spent trying to find a place to stay (thank god for my cell). The woman who was supposed to take us in bailed last minute and fortunately we were rescued by Amit one of the primary members of CS Chandigarh. Despite the fact that he was also in Delhi he spent a few hours calling around to other CSers and found us a place to stay.

Now getting of the train and waiting for some complete stranger is possibly insane. It turned out to be quite an adventure. As we waited for Gurmehar a family seated near us started eyeing and smiling at us and before we knew it the whole family was surrounding us chattering in Punjabi and a few words of english. It was so sweet as they asked us to sit and join them. But out of the back of the crowd walks to to young Punjabi men in western clothes, one with long hair and another with a sikh tattoo. They introduced themselves and we followed them out of the station to a brand new white SUV. We have truly had quite the royal treatment so far in India. The guys sped through the streets as only wealthy young men in fancy cars can do and took us to a hookah bar that one of them own. There they fed us and gave us tea and we smoked amazing shisha and chatted about life in India for the elite. Their perspectives about the poor and the state of India. It was an interesting experience. They were very spoiled and lived a rather traditional life. They would both be in arranged marriages and life with their families for ever. Our host had gone to the top boys boarding school in India and studied commerce while the other was a lawyer. In the end we did not have to pay for a thing and they took us to a hotel that their parents owned and we got to stay in for free. Of course they were disappointed that we would not go out drinking with them and perhaps take them to bed at the end of the night, but it was an interesting experience.

Today we awoke and left straight away and found ourselves our own hotel and ate an amazing breakfast of chai, samosas and dal and gulab jaman. Now we are headed of to the Nek Chand fantasy rock garden and shuksa lake. Tommorow we will be off to Amritsar to stay with a Punjabi family and visit the golden temple and see the guard change at the pakistan border. Then off to Haridwar and rishikesh for some yoga and meditation at an ashram.

Goodbye Korea

Time is coming to an end swiftly and though i have been urging it forward i find that i am sad that it is finally here, only one week left. After a year i view Korea in a new light. My dislikes and aggravations are no longer bothering me and i see the things i like. I still do not think i will return other than maye for a short time but who knows.

I will always remeber Jeju fondly and remeber all that i have learned here. I never thought i could stand up in front of a room full of people and talk to them, now it is easy as pie. I have spent good solid time with myself and discovered more about what i want to do. I have realized i can not live in a place without music and dance. I have learned how similiar and yet different a culture can be to my own. I have learned to appreciate many things and see the world in a new light. I have met amazing people and will hold them in my heart, as will i this island. This magical pace full of natures raw energy steep volcanic cliffs, huge wave, beautiful flowers, every shade of green imaginable. thank you, Thank you, thank you. I am so blessed!!!!!!!!

Summertime and life is easy

The summer has been a mixed bag. July was insanely rainy and so humid. I have never experienced anything quite like it. And i found myself seeking shelter most of the time. Fortunately school was still in and it was in pre-vacation and classes became extra easy. August snuck in with a little bit of cool, but we were not fulled long as the sun came out and the humidity did not disappear. I generally hate A/C but i find myself longing for it here and even got a little sick from it (i like to think anyways) The island is so beautiful however and i have been cruising around on my scooter, Isis and spending lots of time on the beach. I have had lots of couchsurfers and it has felt like i am travelling.

My greatest adventure has definitely been my trip to Udo with Justin (a couchsufer from the states). We packed up little Isis with nearly 400pds and set off, but not even 30 mins into the ride driving up a rather steep hill something snaps and isis comes to a halt. In an attempt to fix her ourselves we ask some Korean workers for some tools and in Korean fashion they begin to examine the bike and talk amongst each other. Oblivious to what is going on Justin and I watch the men decide what is to be done with these to weiguks and the painted pink scooter. Finally one of them actually puts isis into his truck and drives us back to the city to a bike shop. Naturally he refuses payment and leaves us with a smile. Turns out it was the belt and it it speedily fixed for under $30. So we hope back onto the bike not allowing this to deter us and drive along the much flatter coast until we reached the island.

Udo is incredible and so magical. You can ride around it in about an hour and there are three beautiful beaches. It is hard to imagine that there is a place more chill than Jeju but Udo definitely is. We rode around the island with Laurie, Caitriona and Caitriona's mom and went for a dip in crystal clear torquise water. We ate amazing fish and drank beer beside the sea. oh what a life. As dark approached we wondered off to find a beach to sleep on and as we cut through the small roads on the island we could feel spirits watching us. When we finally made it to the beach we had a lovely dip and after setting up camp we quickly realized bugs were everywhere. Attempting to cover ourselves with bags and sarongs was a good enough defense and soon we had to give in and hunt for a Minbok. What lucky folks we were just around the corner was one with rooms and the woman was still up at 1am. So we slept on the floor Korean style. and woke to an amazing view of the ocean.

The next day was spent wondring about the island by foot and soaking up the beautiful serene environment. It was the most divine and relaxing little vacation.

The Seoul of it all

I am in love with a dirty, loud, pulsating, cultured, fast moving seoul of a city. In order to get a little break and get away from the hum drum that life seems to have become i took myself on a glorious little journey to Seoul. After not really spending any time there during this whole year i found myself wondering the streets in utter exasperation. How could i not have realized that this was here for me all this time. This mecca of culture, food, clothing . It almost makes me sad to think i could have ignored it for such a long time. But i spoiled her just as she spoiled me and i indulged in every little bit.

I had begun to think i would prefer to live in the country and live a quiet and peaceful life, but i still do not think i am ready for that. I need the smells of hot tar and sweaty people, the whoosh of the subway flying by, the millions of options available in everything you could possible want. Granted i think i would die if i could never leave be apart of nature, while i could probably live without a city, but it is not time yet.

Walking down her streets i was so happy. Hot and sweaty i climbed her hills to see what treasures lay on the other side. I drank the best coffee and ate divine pastries, treated myself to bombay and wine and went shopping in stores where women did not send me away. Granted i avoided almost everything that was Korean in the city and searched out all the little european, latin american and other worldly hide aways.

My lovely host for the weekend Sriram took me to an awesome hookah lounge with psychedelic paintings and fabulously eccentric music and we went to Hobo Hill the gay district of Seoul where i got hit on by men. A strange thing to happen to a girl who lives on an island where homosexuality does not exist and yet she is never hit on. I took myself out for superb food; belgian mussels and pomme frites, croissants and artisanal pizza, all a girl could want in life.

and of course i took myself out shopping and found some superb clothes while wondering through art galleries and antique shops. oh life is blessed!!!

The obsessive journey forward through the mind

As it happens to all, perhaps not as often as i however. I did begin to get bored once again by the monotonous routine that is a 9-5 job. Yes the children make it a little more thrilling, but after three months of no really holiday you just start to go a little nuts and lose all creative direction. In order to prevent myself from going totally mental, i immersed myself in my next adventure a sure fire way to keep me motivated.

So i delved into India head first. I spent a good month plus spending every extra moment finding out info on India. I read books, watched movies, listened to music, did yoga, surfed the net. I attempted to consume the history, cultures, schools, dances, airlines of India. By the end of it all, I am feeling much more prepared for India and i have found cheap ass flights to Seoul, Delhi and London and a wonderful school for Caitriona and i to go and study massage at.

Now that i have our tickets and our visas are in the mail, my ever buzzing brain has moved onto new things; dance and preparing to leave this home of mine.

It'a been a long time coming

I know it has been a torturously long time since i last wrote and i am sure whoever is readying this has been missing me all the more. So here you are i will attempt to write some of what has happened in the past five months.

On return from my great adventure in South East Asia i must say life was a little sad and the fact i had to return to cold weather and work did not help. Fortunately for me i only actually had to work for a little over a week and then got three more weeks off. That made a whopping eight weeks of winter vacation, Yippee!!!! My return to school was actually quite enjoyable i had missed my kids and i was now rejuvenated and had been teaching long enough to truly feel comfortable. So i fell into teaching like it was an old glove and it has been quite fun this semester.

The weather managed to warm up quickly and the cherry blossoms and flora and fauna have been on a never ending reproductive cycle since march. The island feels so full of life and actually sub-tropical now. I have been riding my scooter more and more and going on random adventures all over the place.

I spent children's day long weekend in hamdeok at Laurie and landis's which was a lovely break from the usual routine. We went to the beach, watched girly movies, ate delicious food. It was a real girl's weekend. There have also been some bonfires on the beach. Beltane by far being the best fire, drumming, wine and my fire hoops debut on Jeju. It filled me with so much energy. I was truly connected to the earth and all on it.

The whole spring here has been spectacular and i can understand why people choose to renew. But that is not my path.