Most Korean cities want to be beautiful. When they have the money they always try to prettify things a bit. I’m not really sure what the process is, but I would imagine that there is no real plan on how this is to be done. It seems like whomever is in charge at that point of time decides that money needs to be spent, chooses something they like and puts it in a spot that they like. The result is some pretty random decorations all over the place.
I have absolutely no idea how property works in this country. I don’t know how land is zoned, acquired or taxed. I know nothing. That is why it always amazes me how every piece of land that is not used as a park, or to steep to plant on, is converted into some sort of farm. It does not matter if you are in the middle of the city, right next to city hall itself, there is nothing there then someone will turn it in to a farm. (I really need to stop putting needles borders around photos)
People in Bucheon do not wake up early on a Sunday. This was after 12 and pretty much no one alive.
The annual Bucheon International Film Festival was held last week. Right at the top of that, thing, in the middle of the photo you will see Bucheon’s slogan, because every city in Korean MUST have a stupid slogan. That one there says Fantasia, whatever the hell that is supposed to mean. For me, the worst about that slogan that it is another one of those English words that is used even though no one seems able to pronounce it. You might say “It is not JUST an English word” but I will say “F*** YOU! It is not written in Korea. It is written with Roman, and in this country that means it is English.” Apparently Bucheon’s slogan is actually… pan-tah-SHE-ah. Yes, whatever the hell that is.
The areas in Seoul that are not all high rises and light are often just shy of shanty towns. This part here, however, strikes that nice balance between modern city and Eastern Asia. Walking here I can actually imagine being in a movie, chasing some gang lord to martial arts his arse down. Its going to be epic, I tell you.
This place is well know for Samgyaetang, a kind of soup dish made by boiling a while small chicken with ginseng. Apparently the place it REALLY well known because this is only half the line. There are more people queued inside and still more out of sight in the back. Needless to say, I didn’t have lunch there.
After all this time it still amazes me that a country can be so obsessed with, and indoctrinated about a large rock. Even worse, all it wants is for the rest of the world to care. It seems every station that tourists will visit has a model of Laincourt Rock. No one other than Koreans cares about this worthless rock. Most Japanese people don’t even know it exists, yet in Korea they learn about it, seemingly every year, from the time they are able to walk.
We managed to finish your paper unicorns. Everyone left about 5 minutes before we were done and only myself and one student did the last bit. Mine is the one in the middle. I was born with little stumps. Be kind to it.
Colour is not always high on the agenda for a building as a while. This lonely little structure here does not care what is usual.
Initially I was not going to go because of the weather, but I woke on at 7:30 on the Saturday and aw a bit of blue through the clouds. Just maybe it would not rain. The clouds pulled back quite a bit and I was not able to stay for more photos. Delicate head without hair, you understand.
Made a proper BLT for lunch. No “cheese” and egg and mayo and sweet dressing. Just B with L and T on bread.
I title this one “Cow licking table”
Yet another construction photo
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