Exploring Daegu (Gyeonsangbuk-do)

Today was my final day in Daegu. I have been here for almost a week. I have heard some locals and travelers alike express surprise at my staying in this city for so long because apparently there is nothing to do here. But I have enjoyed hanging out here. I’ve developed a pleasant routine of sitting in the hostel common room working and chatting in the mornings before going out for lunch and a short walk, eating ice cream, relaxing in my room and then going out again for dinner. I’ve had the privilege of spending time with some locals who have told me something of their lives and the work of the Empathy organisation.
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Today I decided to forgo work and the routine to do a little sightseeing. I started with Gyeongsang Gamyong Park, which is located near the hostel. Many people were sitting here enjoying the sunshine. The park is home to some brightly painted pagodas and buildings. I know it has historic significance but the signs I saw were in Korean. So I just enjoyed the visual experience.
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A trip down handmade shoe street followed. I admired the handcrafted leather footwear through the shop windows as the sound of small hammers hitting nails and sewing machines stitching leather rings gently through the air.
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My walk takes me through Daegus more industrial streets. Here you can buy everything from electric drills to small motors. Each tiny shop is crammed full of items, leaving the shop keepers to sit out on the footpath waiting for customers.
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I find myself at Dalseong Park. There is a pagoda up on a hill.
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And a sort of miniature zoo where animals from all over the world are kept in small cages. This vulture is huge and keeps charging the people looking at it. I feel a bit sad for the animals; not in a judgemental way but just because I think it must be boring to be wild but caged.
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Small school children play on the grass as teachers watch vigilently. Some teachers wear small microphones like those used by tour guides so their class can hear them. The uniforms vary from sporty to cute little suits and ties worn by five and six year olds. But no matter the uniform, one thing is the same: the brightly coloured shoes.
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There are a couple of bonsaied trees. This photo is for my friend who loves bonsai.
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My next stop is the Seomun Market where clothes, traditional medicines, groceries and street food are sold at small stalls, many of which are marked by brightly coloured umbrellas. Old women fall asleep at their stalls while middle aged women work hard to entice customers to their’s. The enticement here is not pushy and rude like in some other countries. Rather, it is courteous and apologetic; always with the promise of a free taste and discounted price.
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It’s lunch time and I like street food so I start with a piece of fried squid and a piece of fried sweet potato. I take my place at the stools and use the cooking cart as a table.
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A fishcake on a stick is next. I have seen these being sold all over the countyr and finally decided to try one. These are boiled in a broth so they look less enticing than the fried foods. The taste is quite good but it is a little more bland than my pallet is used to. I eat the stick dipped in a soy, sesame and chili sauce while standing at the food cart; the lady vendor fussing over me and smiling.
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Finally I buy a deepfried hot dog sausage with tomato ketchup. It’s a familiar flavour and can be eaten while walking.
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And I leave you with this photo of the entrails. There are a few stalls selling them but I’m not sure how to ask for them to be cooked so I can’t buy any; or at last that’s my excuse.

I buy some groceries for my departure tomorrow. I end my day by patching a tube on one of the bikes here at the hostel. One of the hosts asked whether I minded giving it a go seeings as I am a cyclist. It was a nice quiet way to spend the afternoon patching the tube and chatting to the hostel hosts.

A night out in Daegu (Geonsangbuk-do)

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Rene the Swiss cyclist who I met in Seoul happened to turn up at the same hostel as I am staying at here in Daegu. So what else do you do when a fellow cyclist comes to town? Why you go out to eat food and drink beer. And that’s what we did.
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We started with makchang, a delicacy here in Daegu that consists of pig’s intestines cooked on a coal grill at your table. When raw it looks rather graphic.
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But then you (or, if you are a foreigner who seems to lack suitable BBQ experience, your host) cooks it up at the table until it looks just like any other sort of fried meat. You dip the fried intestines in a delicious sauce, place it on a lettuce leaf, add marinated bean sprouts, raw garlic slices, onion and this delicous paste, roll the leaf and eat. I was sceptical at first but found it to be one of the most delicous Korean foods I have eaten so far.
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After makchang we wandered around a little while looking for a bar where we could drink a beer. It seems these are few and far between in Korea. Don’t get me wrong, you can pretty much buy beer anywhere. But usually it’s sold at restaurants where they also sell food. And being from Australia and Switzerland we are more used to bars where you just buy a drink. Eventually we found a place. They brought us our beers and then a big bowl of buttered popcorn. I found that very random but also very tasty.

Women in war photo exhibition in Daegu (Gyeonsangbuk-do)

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I knew the Women in War photo collection as part of the 2014 Bienniel Photography Exhibition would be moving. Jane from the hostel had told me about it after we spoke the other day and she suggested I might be interested to see it. But I wasn’t quite prepared for how deeply it would touch me. So I will just share with you the thoughts I wrote as I stood there in the gallery:
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Extraordinary photography. Some haunting others stunning. The contrast between the horrors of war and magical colours makes it all the more harrowing. I wonder how I could ever return to the life I once had after seeing all that I have seen this past year already.

There is no rushing here. No glory to be seen. Just the cold realities of war through the lenses of female photographers. The exhibition makes me more sure that all who can should travel to cure their minds of hatred based on fear. For pain and loss are human experiences, not something any group owns exclusively. No matter the side, the flag, the religion, the race or the gender: tears mean sadness, blood means pain and death is forever.

The exhibition ebbs and flows. From the jungles of Vietnam to the soldiers of the Balkans. From death in Africa to uncertainty in the Middle East. A female US marine plays with a child and mothers try to maintain normality in Afghanistan. Acid violence disfigures faces and women are taken to “comfort” men.

Humanity on display both in and out of the photos. An older Korean man sits crying openly. Young couples move slowly with reverance. A teenage girl touches her mother’s shoulder. A raw heart wrenching exhibition not to be missed and from which I pray we will all learn.

Baseball in Daegu (Gyeonsangbuk-do)

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I had been told that Koreans love baseball and that attending a game here is a must do experience. So in Andong I checked the game roster and noticed that the season was coming to a close with just one week left to play. There would be no games once I got to Busan but there were still two games to be played in Daegu. Foreigners cannot buy tickets online in Korea. You must either make a phone booking or turn up at the gate an hour before the game and hope there is a ticket available. So while I was here at the hostel I asked whether someone could phone the stadium to organise me a ticket and, guess what. There was only one ticket available in the whole stadium and I got it.
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I was told my seat would be the worst seat in the house and this was correct. I was behind a post so I had to lean sideways to see the batter
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But who cares. I was at the baseball in Korea. And I bought a Samsung Lions baseball cap to commemorate my first ever baseball game (ever).
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Crowds of people thronged outside waiting to enter the stadium.
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As fried chicken vendors hawked their food. And what delicious food it was too.
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The super cute mascotts supervised the players’ warm ups.
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A white coated choir sang the national anthum.
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And then the first pitch of the game was thrown. Little did I know that this would be the start of the game that sealed the penant championship for the home team: Samsung Lions.
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So I’m no baseball nut and the game is a little too slow and tactical for me to imagine ever becoming totally enthralled in it as a sport. But boy is attendance at a game a wonderful spectacle and something I will certainly try to do again when I travel in other baseball mad countries. I don’t know whether any mascotts will ever match up to the cute Samsung Lions with their grinning faces and cheeky skipping-style running.
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In the next stand a cheer leader encouraged the crowd to engage in choreographed cheering. Before the game started he went onto his little stage and gave instructions. The crowd were encouraged to practice and practice they did. During the game choreographed dancing, cheering and singing reverberated around the ground as the cheer leader did his thing. Might I add that from my vantage point in the cheap seats his dancing looked rather camp with his hip swinging, arm waving and butt jiggling.
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Naturally there were also scantily clad cheer girls for the (mostly male) crowd’s entertainment.
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But the girls were not without their eye candy either. Every time this player (number 7 from Samsung Lions) came out to bat the girls and women in the crowd went wild. I was sitting next to two teenage girls who fell into fits of adolescent giggles whenever he came on and they took many photos of him with their phones, resulting in more embarrassed adolescent giggling.
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In the good seats spectators had tables on which they ate whole meals of rice, pizza and fried chicken washed down with copius cans of beer. Beer is a big thing here in Korea. When you buy fried chicken they give you a can and people carry whole cases into the stadium to share with their friends. There was even a beer sculling competition between the fifth and sixth innings, which was shown on the big screen. Three men went head to head to see who could scull a mug the fastest.
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The game itself was a thriller with Samsung going up 3-0 at the bottom of the third inning and the opposition figthing back with a home run at the top of the sixth and then two at the top of the seventh inning, tying the score at three home runs each at the top of the eight. The Samsung pitcher held the opposition at bay in the eighth …
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And I found myself going wild with the crowd at the bottom of the eight when Samsung scored two more home runs. All that was left to do was for Samsung to despatch of the opposition’s batters without score in the ninth inning. We were all at the edge of our seats … well, actually, everyone was standing with breath held.
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And as the final batter was struck out … the crowd went wild, the players ran onto the field and a fireworks display burst out from behind the scoreboard.
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The Samsung Lions had won the penant race championship in a thrilling game.

As for me … I have yet another amazing memory of my time in Korea. I have to shout out to Julian the German I met in Seoul who is traveling the world watching soccer matches. If I hadn’t gone to the Asian Games with him I probably wouldn’t have thought to try to go to the baseball game. And what an experience I would have missed.

Chilling in Daegu (Gyeonsangbuk-do)

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I have decided to have a change of pace to my travels here in Korea. After a couple of weeks spent riding the north-eastern mountains and coasts it’s time to slow down and take in city life in Daegu and then Busan. I still have another 11 full days before I fly home and I intend to spend them chilling out, finalising two university papers that are due and generally eating a lot of food that is probably not good for me. So here is my first day in Daegu: a city I could easily get used to.
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It started well on Monday night after I arrived when I caught the subway halfway across town to meet a local Korean guy to learn more about the local way of life. He is a similar age as me, works in the civil service and speaks excellent English. The subway here doesn’t issue tickets for single trips, rather it issues these tokens that look like they would be more comfortable in a casino. But, as always in tourist-friendly Korea the ticket machine had an English language option. It was refreshing to spend time with a local and be able to hold a conversation without needing sign language. And maybe I have made another new friend on this adventure in the land of the morning mist.
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Yesterday morning I woke early despite wanting to sleep in. I was still tired after staying up well past midnight the night before and having ridden so far over the previous two days so I had a leisurely breakfast, wrote another few hundred words about ethics in education and set off to wander Daegu’s downtown. The outdoor shops were fun to walk through and it took much restraint not to buy a pair of brightly coloured hiking boots. I also visited the modern history museum, which gave me some insight into this city’s more recent history and role in Korea’s current democratic governance.
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I am finally starting to feel more confident about buying food and have let my usual desire to be somewhat healthy drop in favour of enjoying some naughty foods. This deep fried delight of squid, sweet potato and zucchini with soup set me back just 2,500 won ($AU/US2.50). Not the sort of meal you show to your doctor but hey, my doctor is safely far away in Australia and I will deal with her later 😉 . I was only out for about three hours before fatigue won over and I made my way back to the hostel where I rented a couple of movies from iTunes and lazed in my bunk for four hours watching them.
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The rest was just what I needed and I was ready to explore the streets again after 7.30pm. I have to admit that I love Asia’s neon nights. There’s something joyful about bright colours. Sure, it’s probably terrible for the environment and I know that it’s currently much more cool to disparage cities in favour of a night under the stars. But I can quite happily enjoy either and right now it’s the neon that is calling.
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As I wandered I took photos of random things I saw like this cool scooter (as a motorcyclist I never thought I’d call any scooter cool but the paint job on this one is worthy of praise).
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And these teddy bears that seem to have got lost at a coffee shop while on their way to the picnic. Or perhaps this is where teddy bears go after the picnic is over and they need a shot of caffeine before they turn into party animals. Coffee shops are plentiful in Korea and people seem genuinely surprised if you say that you do not drink the bitter black liquid.
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Fortune tellers are also common here in Korea. I have seen their tents and tables set up in parks and city streets all over the country. Often they have young couples as clients. Here in Daegu the fortune tellers have brightly coloured shops and anyone with such interest could probably easily spend a whole week going to each different one and still not see them all.
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A street near the hostel is lined with shops selling creatively displayed Korean seafood. I am not quite sure what the significance of the shapes are or what one gets here. Do you actually buy the displayed decoration? Or a meal based on the display? Or just some fish? Whatever it is, the displays are eye catching.
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Don’t tell my doctor but my diet didn’t improve on my nighttime wander. If anything it was worse because there wasn’t even any vegetable or soup involved in this 3,000 won ($AU/US3) street meal. I think it is fried chicken in a honey chili sauce. The pieces of meat were tiny but the flavour fantastic. Naturally I chased it down with an ice cream from Baskin Robbins, which is alive and thriving here in Korean cities (Baskins is my favourite ice cream but it seems to be almost gone in Brisbane).

I ended the day with a lengthy conversation with an American Korean lady living and working here at the hostel in Daegu. The hostel (Empathy House) is a non-profit that offers support to North Korean defectors seeking to setttle in the Daegu region. It is a wonderful social project that fits well with my personal values of everyone having equal opportunity in life regardless of what card we drew in the lottery of birth. Twenty percent of the hostel’s profits are returned to the project, which provides housing, education, medical, emotional and social support to it’s clients.