corporate art, parks, and feral cats of Yeouido

As I've mentioned before, I work in Yeouido - an area often referred to as "the Wall Street of Korea." (They even had their own little 'Occupy Yeouido shindig a few weeks back; I'd actually planned to go to take photos, but it ended up being a miserably rainy day and I stayed inside.) In addition to being the location of any business that 'matters' in Korea, Yeouido is also the location of an absurd amount of rather bizarre corporate art. I've been meaning to make a weekend expedition down to Yeouido to photograph some of these things, but the past few Seoul weekends haven't been the best weather-wise. Yesterday was pretty crap weather as well, but today turned out to be gorgeous. As much as I rather loathe the idea of spending my free time in the area where I'm sequestered Monday-Friday, I made my way down to Yeouido for the purpose of photographing corporate art. I only photographed a few pieces, as I got sidetracked by the Yeouido Park, but we'll get there in a moment.

I had walked across part of Yeouido Park several times, as there are some restaurants on the other side of the park that my coworkers enjoy - but the part that I'd seen was the huge, boring, concrete expanse, where people can rent bikes to ride around in circles on the concrete. Yawn. I hadn't been too impressed with the park, mainly because I had thought that was all there was to it. Today I discovered that it has a huge grassy expanse that completely bisects the island.

This says Yeouido Park, btw.




King Sejong

Stray cats are hard to spot in Korea. They tend to be feral, and generally come out at night to scavenge. It's pretty rare to run across stray cats in the daytime, and when you do, they're generally terrified of humans. Prior to today I hadn't seen a single stray cat in Yeouido - and believe me, I'm like a magnet for the critters. Today I saw 5. All completely feral and unwilling to have anything to do with me or anyone else. I saw two while I was hunting up corporate art; they skeedaddled as soon as they spotted me. The other three had found a rocky area by a pond in the center of the park - an area that's fenced off from humans - and they must live there. They were lolling about in the sunshine, playing and looking adorable.

I left the park and wandered along the Han River for a bit. The park along the northern edge of the island was pretty crowded, but then I made my way to the north-western edge, where everything was overgrown, and there were far fewer people.

This bizarre overlook structure is located where the bridge from Mapo connects with Yeouido.

View from the overlook: Han River and north Seoul.



The north-western edge of Yeouido

Looking back at Yeouido - and the National Assembly - from 'mainland' Seoul
To see the complete set of photographs from today,
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Well, at least it's not 100 cats...

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my 100th post here at my new blog. I'm still quite pleased that I made the decision to go ahead and start a new blog, instead of just letting certain things prevent me from blogging entirely. In celebration of putting up with my random blatherings and photo-sets for the past hundred posts, I think you deserve some fresh Charlie videos. Because surely there haven't been enough of them...

Charlie absolutely *loves* to fetch. She can do this for hours. Her latest game involves hiding under the desk, waiting for me to throw the toy, bringing it to me, then running back under the desk. Repeat.

Several weeks ago, some boots I'd ordered arrived. Since then, she's had non-stop fun playing in the box the boots came in, and shredding the tissue paper that had been packed in and around said boots. I've tried putting things like blankets and scarves in the box, but she gives me an obvious look of displeasure, and only hops back in once her box of shredded paper is returned to its original condition. Weirdo.

When your job tells you to take a hike...

No, I don't mean I got fired. I mean I - and all of my coworkers - were quite literally told to take a hike. Friday we went on a company hiking trip in Bukhansan National Park in the northern edge of Seoul. While I was thrilled to spend a work-day outside of the office, by the end of our definitely strenuous hike, I was starting to think wistful thoughts about my comfy desk chair.

If you connect the start and end points with a straight line, it's a mere 4 miles... but as we wound back and forth and up and down.... well, I've no idea how far we actually went, but I do know that I came home and slept for four straight hours, and spent Saturday feeling like I could barely walk. Still, it was a beautiful day, and it was nice to get out of the office for once.

Most of the hike looked like this.
However, periodically the route passed out of the mountains and into small neighborhoods on the outskirts of Seoul. I found these areas to be the most photogenic.


We passed an overlook where we could view the cemetery for those who died in the April Revolution of the 1960s.



At one point there was an overlook with an absolutely smashing view of the northern part of the city.

Peace, Hope, Nature... DMZ?

The border between North and South Korea lies roughly along the 38th parallel. The demilitarized zone – the DMZ – extends roughly 2km (1.2mi) both north and south of the actual border. I don’t know what the northern edge of the DMZ looks like, but the southern edge is fenced, heavily fortified, and dotted with barracks and bunkers.

While I haven’t yet been able to visit the northern side of the DMZ, I’ve now been to the southern side twice. In 2004 I visited Panmunjom; the second trip was last Sunday. This time, instead of visiting Panmunjon, I went to two different areas along the DMZ: Imjingak/Dorasan and Cheorwon.

(The only place we visited that I couldn't locate for certain with Google Earth was the Second Tunnel of Aggression. It's location is an estimate; all other locations are accurate.)

DMZ trips aren’t something you can just do on your own. Even if you’re in South Korea and have your own car, you can’t just decide to pop on up to the border. You can make it close, but to reach Panmunjom, the observation platforms at Dorasan and Cheorwon, or any of the tunnels dug under the DMZ by the north, you must have permission granted in advance. As such, the best way to go is part of a tour group. My trip last Sunday was coordinated by the Discover Korea / WINK group.

Our first destination was Imjingak, a bizarre and almost resort-like spot located two and a half miles from the southern edge of the DMZ, and roughly three miles from the actual border between North and South. (You can visit Imjingak easily from Seoul without being part of a tour group.) Unfortunately, when we arrived at Imjingak, it was pouring rain. We spent about 30 minutes there, getting completely drenched despite our umbrellas, and (as a result of the nasty weather) seeing very little of what Imjingak had to offer. I caught a glimpse of the Bridge of Freedom – the bridge across the Imjin River that POWs crossed when returning south in 1953 – as well as a war-era train, riddled with bullet holes. I also saw an amusement park and a sodden field full of tents and tour buses as a ginseng festival was held there last weekend. Imjingak is a strange place.

Our soggy group re-boarded the bus and set off for the Third Tunnel of Aggression. As be drove northward towards the tunnel, the clouds lifted, and by the time we arrived outside the tunnel, the day had blossomed into one that was quite beautiful. Next to the entrance to the tunnel is a small museum, where we were shown a video claiming that the DMZ was “a symbol of peace, hope, and nature.” Really? The most heavily fortified border in the world, the result of a war that technically has not yet ended? Really?

The clouds began to lift on our way to the tunnel...

By the time we arrived at the Third Tunnel, the day was gorgeous.
This small park sits atop the tunnel.

But on to the tunnel. The Third Tunnel of Aggression was discovered in 1978, and extends about one mile under the border and into the Southern half of the DMZ. It’s a little surreal, as you enter through a gift shop, then you don a hard-hat and descend into the nether regions of the DMZ, and are able to walk nearly all the way to the actual border. (There are a series of barricades at the underground border, so you can’t walk all the way to the actual border itself, although you can see it through a series of small windows in the barricades.) For the most part, the tunnel is barely over five feet, five inches in height, often dropping down to five feet. This proved to be quite a problem for many of the members of the group (who definitely got good use out of their hardhats!), whereas I only had to duck a handful of times. The planned North Korean invasion force must be pretty short.

Photography is forbidden inside the tunnel, although I’m really not too big on rules. While I had to leave my DSLR on the bus, my smartphone fit nicely inside my pocket…

After our underground trip to the border, we re-boarded the bus and set off for the nearby Dorasan Observatory. As a photographer, this was the most disappointing part of the trip. The day was clear, and from the observatory you can easily see both the Kaesong industrial complex and a North Korean city. What fantastic photographs could be made from that point… Unfortunately, you have to stand rather a great distance from the observation deck if you wish to take photos, and there are military guards there to make certain that no one sneaks their DSLR (or even their smartphone) over the yellow line.

Stupid yellow photo line :-(

However, if you have a good zoom lens – and if the hordes of Chinese tourists* will stay out of your way – you can get a shot of two of the north, albeit not the best.

Woohoo, zoom lens. Not the best shot, made from a distance between two tourists at telescopes.

*Oddly enough, most of the tourists in the Imjingak/Dorasan area were Chinese, and there were literally hundreds of them. Apparently this is a hugely popular destination for Chinese tourists, which seems rather odd to me, as there wouldn’t be a divided Korea had China not entered the war…

After leaving the Dorasan Observatory, we went to Dorasan Station – a modern Korean train station from which trains can depart headed for Pyeongyang. Notice I said they “can” not that they “do.” The station is also under military guard, although the guards here were very pro-camera, and seemed to quite enjoy posing for pictures themselves.

We left Dorasan Station, and drove approximately two hours east, to the Cheorwon area. We stopped for lunch about ten miles south of the border, at a beautiful area near the Hantan River.

After lunch, our next destination was the Second Tunnel of Aggression, discovered in 1975. This one is located in a much more remote area, and we were the only tourists. Again we donned hardhats and walked under the DMZ, nearly to the border. This tunnel was both wider and taller than the Third Tunnel, although the taller members of our group still had a tough go of it. And again, photography is forbidden inside the tunnel.

We left the Second Tunnel, and drove to the Cheorwon Peace Observatory. (Again with the ironic names! How can an observation platform designed to view the most heavily fortified border in the world be a “peace observatory”??) In theory, locations for photographs from the Cheorwon Peace Observatory are restricted in a similar manner to the Dorasan Observatory. However, while Dorasan contained numerous military guards who were quite vigilant in their efforts to prevent photos, no one at Cheorwon said anything to us – not even when we climbed the scaffolding to the rooftop for the best views of the DMZ and the North.

The DMZ and North Korea, as seen from atop the Cheorwon Peace Observatory.

The DMZ and North Korea, as seen from atop the Cheorwon Peace Observatory.

The DMZ and North Korea, as seen from atop the Cheorwon Peace Observatory.

After leaving the Cheorwon Observatory, our final stop of the day was the memorial to the Battle of White Horse Ridge. The ridge was strategically important for maintaining the Southern position; had it been lost, the border would no doubt be located further to the south. The ridge changed hands between Northern forces (mostly Chinese troops) and Southern forces (mostly Korean troops) 24 times in ten days. Due to the severe shelling of the ridge, following the battle it was completely devoid of vegetation, and apparently looked like a white horse. Thus the name.

Monument to the Battle of White Horse Ridge

Monument to the Battle of White Horse Ridge

At this point we re-boarded our bus to return to Seoul.

To view the complete set of nearly 200 photos from my trip along the border,
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[insert profanity here]

Some things just suck. And this is one of them. Remember my mom's cat, Cylon? I wrote about him here. He's the one that some redneck asshole shot with a .22 back in May, fracturing the hell out of his pelvis and one of his back legs. And yet miraculously, he recovered. Not completely, he limped, he couldn't put all of his weight on his back end like a normal cat, and he couldn't move as fast as he once had... but he was mobile. Playful. Started going in and out the cat window.

After his injury, Cylon was relocated from my mom's land to her house. She lives on a narrow, low-traffic road, with a speed limit of about 25 or 30mph.

And some motherfucker ran him over. Right in front of my mom's house. Not far from a stop-sign, so whether coming or going, whoever did it couldn't have been going very fast. I cannot imagine how it could have been accidental.

People suck.

We'll miss you, Cy.

You were a sweetheart, and quite a character.

While recovering from being shot, he spent several months in a cage.

Once recovered, he couldn't put weight on his right rear leg.