Saturday Night in Seoul

This past weekend I got involved in a protest in Seoul. A couple of weekends ago there was a fire where six people died. The people were living in an area that was slated for distruction. They were poor people, and were being moved to build big expensive high rises. I guess somehow durning the removal process a fire started and people died. The hearing is on Moday to see who if anyone is responsible. The police say that the constructio comapny didn't do anythnig wrong, but the people of Seoul think otherwise. I guess they are upset about poor people being dislocated and that the companies don't have to take any responsibility.

On Saturday night people tried to have a vigil for those who died. The police came and were trying to stop them. It all happened very quickly. There were herds of police running from all directions, and buses full of police stopping in the middle of the street unloading. All of the roads were lined with policemen, with more running up and down the street, and some lined up against the buildings. After the police came, then more protesters came, carrying candles and signs. There were people who were distributing flyer, people putting up posters and stickers, and lots of people yelling and chanting. There were alot of monks out protesting too, they had drums and candles. I met a few of the protesters, they were very nice. It seemed like too many police for what was actually happening. I was talking with the protesters when the police cirlced around us. They blocked the main sidewalk paths and had the big water tanks. Some of my students told me that people get injured from the water pressure. That is when I decided to leave.

After I got out of the thick of it, and crossed the road to look from afar. The press was there, they had ladders to see over the people, had cameras and people ontop of vans and cars that were driving around, the photographers that were going in and out were wearing helmets that said Press on them. I thought that was good preperation on their part, military like helmets, it must get rough.





These are some of the police in the street. There were so many! It is difficult to see, but their reflectors showed well.




This is one of the stickers about the protest.




Police marching down the steet. They were yelling or chanting and kept lifting their hats up. They ran back and fourth alot. I think to indimidate the crowd.




Here is a girl with a candle. She was talking to the police. I think they use candles in most protests.




Here is a photo of the police blocking the sidewalks.



The police pushed me out of the way so they could get into the street. I was standing on this wall.





There were many police with their riot gear.





This is one of the moks from the protest.





Many people carried signs like this.






This were some people I met. They were holding candles. One was a Buddist monk. The man with the candle, William, was a professor in North Dakota. He spoke very good English and helped me to understand what was going on.

Fish and Couture

Greetings from Korea!





One Saturday I decided to go to a blown glass exhibit with two of my fellow teachers, Judy and Marci. The exhibit was is Apgujeong, which is a very ritzy area of Seoul. It has a Rodeo Drive and shops like Gucci and Bently showrooms. We were going to Hermes. The third floor of the store has a gallery like space. The glass was mediocre but the space was great.


On a bridge in the biulding.


Me posing at Hermes.


I was playing with the reflections. I thought this one was cool.


Marci going down the stairs in Hermes. I thought it looked like a black hole...

Afterwards we went to get coffee and the worlds most delicous waffle.

Yes, that's fruit AND ice cream! Yum.


Later that night we met up with another teacher named Ellen. We went to this bar called Danke. It has a pool filled with little Chinese fish that will nibble on your feet. At first I giggled and jerked my leg out of the water when the fish would nibble my feet. After getting used to it, I really enjoyed it. It felt like tons of little fish kisses.


My feet being nibbled on.



Marci sitting across the pool. She had alot of fish around here.



Ellen and I doing our victory/cheese/peace pose. The symbol has alot of different meanings depending on who you talk to.