The Very First Korea Experience(s)
As I sit here and think about all the myriad ways I could
steer this blog into, I thought maybe its finally time to talk about some my
first experiences in Korea. I feel every day is a learning process; we take in
bits of information, translate them in our brain, let those thoughts become
actions and eventually and unknowingly let those actions form habits. These
habits then go on to define who we are. Not
only does this affect the way we perceive the world but also goes on to prove
the fact that we do let a little of ourselves die so as to leave space for a
newer, renewed self.
But there are those days where we to have to deal with
revolutionary changes. Fundamental changes to how you eat, sleep, behave, shit
and talk. The time I took on that Korean Arlines Flight K790 to seoul
epitomizes this change perfectly.
The
Flight K790
Leaving
your family behind was not a new experience for me at all although it was
usually my family who left me behind. Having to grow up in a residential school
meant that separating from your loved once wasn’t all that too difficult. I
thought separation with your pals was much more of a headache. I said my
goodbyes and got into that plane bound to take me to a place where, if you had
asked me a year ago if I thought about going there, I would have answered, “hahaha
are you f(*&ing nuts?” I could see why my guidance consoler thought I was
crazy.
And
here I was.
“This
is your captain speaking,” came out a harsh husky voice. I could barely make
out the word “Captain” and “speaking” as the voice seemed like somebody just
drank a bottle of Mautai and got his voice box all screwed. Little did I know that the Captain was
actually “fluent” in English. “Welcome to flight K790, the temperature outside
is 23 degree centigrade, the weather is slightly cloudy and we are expected to
land in Seoul in about 7 hours. Enjoy your flight.” And just like that, the plane took off over
Kathmandu and off into the distant skies.
Meanwhile
inside, I was busy getting cozy in my seat. My ticket had been upgraded to first
class (I think its called the prestige class or something) and I had all these
fancy looking buttons which I did NOT hesitate to press on. First, there were these buttons which gave you
total control of your seat. So much control, that you could move each portion
of your ass and position it just the place you want it to be. There were also these
buttons where you could annoy the airhostess and ask them irrelevant questions. After all, I was a prestige class passenger. Clearly,
the other passengers thought I was in the wrong portion of the plane.
The
Toilet:
The
transition from talking from a prestige class seat to a toilet seat might not
be ideal but that’s the way my brain’s been working at the moment. All I can
picture now is the panic in my face when I realized that there was no tap inside
the place where you do no.2 (as they say, the longer business). Usually in Nepal,
the concept of using a toilet paper after you have done your “business” is such
an abstract idea that people will think that using a paper to wipe your ass
does not really clean your ass. It is as simple as that.
We usually use water
(although providing further details might make you want to press the “x” button
on your top right screen) so when I saw
that there was no tap inside the toilet, I freaked out. I thought that was an “architectural”
problem so I checked out the other toilets. All SAME! As it turns out, Koreans,
like the rest of the developed world, don’t use water at all. I don’t know how
they all can give these big conferences on the need to save trees when they
have been using pulps and pulps of paper all their lives.
The Bath
Everyone's freakn' Naked!
It's even worse for a brown guy on his first trip. I have to say, everyone turns their head to look at you the moment you announce yourself.
The Chopsticks
Everyone's freakn' Naked!
It's even worse for a brown guy on his first trip. I have to say, everyone turns their head to look at you the moment you announce yourself.
The Chopsticks
I don’t
know who came with the idea of using two sticks to pick up stuff and put it in
your mouth but I think the person who pioneered must have been drunk when he
came up with the idea. I think we all
are born with a tool that works perfectly fine when we have to shove food into
our mouths and I don’t think we need any extra help. Of course, you might want
to counter argue this by saying that the food might burn the fingers and that
it could be a certain sanitation problem BUT try saying that to South Asians.
We have been using fingers all our lives and I think I still believe that to truly
enjoy food, we should make use our inborn tool.
Well
since I was in Korea, I had to learn how to use the chopsticks. So in my first
day, in my first meal, I got hold of the two stainless steel chopsticks and
made an attempt to eat the mackerel that was in front of me. Half an hour on
the clock and I still hadn’t had my first bite. Even the dead fish gave me a
quick smile and said,”Hey buddy, use your hands.” And so I did, much annoyance
to most around me.
Soju
I
had heard a lot about soju but never tried it. So this day, I decided to change
just that. Walking all the way down to Nakseongde Market, I bought a bottle for
myself, went into a restaurant and sat down. It was only after I asked for a
glass that people started turning their heads.
I didn’t
care much at first. There is this brown indian looking who speaks no Korean but
looks handsome *cough* drinking a bottle of soju. It must have been amusing. I
would have loved to see a Korean enter a bhatti and ask for a glass of local.
How interesting would that be?
It
was only after the owner came to me and gave me a free meal that I thought,
maybe, maybeeee something was fishy. Do you always get a free meal when
you have a bottle of Soju? After I had the meal and thanked everyone for
their attention, I hurried back to ask why people were acting strange. As it
turns out, I was not supposed to drink the Soju alone. It’s the last thing
people do before they commit suicide it seems. No wonder the owner was so kind.
"Never
ever drink soju alone," freaked out a friend of mine when I told him the story.
I
never had soju alone after that.
Yeah that should be it for now, I am off for beer tasting. I am working on this top secret project which everyone knows soo yeah take it easy. Cheers!
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