Trip to Gohan, Part II


It was almost one o’clock by the time I got off the train and started looking around for something to eat. I couldn’t find anything that appealed to me right away, so I entered a franchise restaurant called Gimbap Nara. It’s not great food, but it’s safe. The owner of this franchise decided to set up a cheap stand with his or her bottles of ginseng alcohol. It’s ‘made’ by putting ginseng in a jar and filling it up with soju, the local evil water. It might be soju exactly, but you can buy it in the supermarkets. Then you leave it to absorb the flavour of the ginseng for several months.


Here is the employee coming from a back room, holding my frozen pork cutlet in her hands. In the mirror is a mans he knows who was trying to convince her to leave the restaurant and come work at a resort where he’s got a good job.


Yes, that’s shredded cabbage with ketchup and mayonaisse as dressing. The meal was as bad as it looks.


Because it was a hot day, I stayed in my hotel room all afternoon and only ventured out when the sun had gone down a bit and I was hungry. I went to my favourite chicken restaurant, Pizza Country Chicken Princess, and I waited for my food (fried chicken in curry sauce and a combination pizza!) on the street. The street was much cooler than the restaurant. While I was there watching swallows fly about, these two women came to the door of the restaurant and asked the young men working there is they knew a certain Mr. Gim. One of the young men said that they had just recently opened the restaurant and didn’t know the person in question. He said, “Can I ask what you need him for?” The woman in the awful red pants shouted, “Nothing!” Crazy old bat. The two women kept asking around and finally this man said that they could probably find out where Mr. Gim was by asking at the interior design shop. Supper-time drama.


At first glance, I thought the town had put up a picture of Che Guevera, a dangerous thing to do in this commie-hating country. But then I realised it’s the face of a miner. This area once had a large coal industry that has now been mostly replaced by catering to gamblers and skiers.


Da b’ys.


No matter how poor and miserable a town is, there will be a bloody big church that cost a fortune to build.


The skip on the left is for coal ash and the two boxes are for old clothes, blankets, and so on.


Coal blocks are used for coal stoves or water boilers. The people in the town must use a lot of them because there are lots of places where you can throw away the ashes. I’ve seen lots of these in fields, so I guess they are used for fertiliser.


Gohan Cable Television.


A less successful church. When churches can’t afford a proper bell tower, they put up a kind of radio tower and plant their cross on top of that. Most Korean church crosses are made with red neon and it looks spooky to western eyes at night.


Office for one of the resort companies.

20170726-025_gohanAnd this house right across the river.


This cat lives next to a fish restaurant. The luckiest cat in Gohan, probably.


Traditional iron cooking pot, heated by gas rather than wood.


A banner for a pork restaurant where I ate later in the day. I like how the middle parts of the onion slice are pushed in so that the onion looks like a pig’s nose.


A tour bus coming from the High1 resort on the hill.


I didn’t notice this part of Gohan when I visited several years ago. Maybe it’s new. All the buildings are fairly new and are for tourists. Ski rentals, convenience stores, restaurants, hotels, and so on.


Sidewalks are not for people in Korea.


If the council prevents you from parking on the side of the road, just park on the sidewalk!


More mine related art.


Who’s a good boy? WHO’s a good boy!? A very friendly retriever I met on a walking path.


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