Okay, it’s more like bus setters. However, the allure of alliteration proved irresistible. This past weekend I traveled north to the Jeonju Hanok Village with Potato, Sugar, and The King.
I’ll be honest. I was a terrible Jeonju tourist. I didn’t wear any Hanbok. I didn’t eat bibimbap (or anything else for that matter), Regardless, I had a great time catching up with friends following two weeks of absence. The day trip also produced a glut of photographs. So in lieu of walls of text, I present to you around 35 captioned photos.
Jehovah’s Witnesses at the Mokpo Bus Terminal handed me some reading material for the bus. Ordinarily, I throw these things away. However, after reflecting on the importance of listening to alternative viewpoints, I gave it a go. It wasn’t all bad. I learned about things like the enteric nervous system. 1/1 Would Read Again.
Paris Baguette (right) is a popular chain of bakeries found in nearly every Korean town.
A “Yak-Gook” (middle) is the Korean word for pharmacy. “Yak” translates as medicine.
CU (right, obscured by trees) is a popular chain of convenience stores. They can be found in nearly any Korean town and within three blocks of any point in a Korean city.
Officer Barry watches over this coffee shop like a hawk, making sure customers throw away their trash in the proper receptacles. His disapproving scowl is a terrific deterrent.
This terrifyingly skinny man reached for my phone. I sidestepped him and he flew into the wind like a piece of paper.
Love is in the air.
“I can’t believe they ruined my amazing outfit with the tawdry sign.”
“I know. This is a crime against fashion.”
“I’m just doing this to pay my way through mannequin school.”
I ran into a teddy bear and a short, faceless Gumbi on an awkward first date.
I find these dragon stones at every temple I have seen. I really need to learn what they mean.
A beautiful portrait of King Taejo, a famous ruler from the Joseon Period.
Even the admission tickets have this guy’s face on it. There was no escaping this guy.
“What are you doing?”
“King Taejo said to destroy the documents, so I’m beating them with a hammer.”
“I say, sir. While you make some fine points, I find your argument as a whole to be circular and pedantic.”
“I protest. Your lower-level intellect merely cannot comprehend the nuances of my argument. If my argument is a circle, then your mother is a square.”
“I dare say your words leave me no choice. I declare fisticuffs!”
“How do we always get stuck carrying the royal spitoon?”
“I don’t know, but don’t spill that shit again. I just finally washed the smell out of my clothes.”
“Who are we?”
“Who’s going to defeat the Ketchup Krew?”
“Who is an ugly shade of yellow between gold and brown?”
“I was so much happier and knowledgeable back when I had a head.”
And like that, the dawn of spring marked the dusk of the snowmen’s protest. Their cause was lost, but their spirit lives on.
I respect King Taejo’s eternally peaceful expression.
This royal chair feels like a lowly prison to a man of inches like myself.
This art is not much unlike popular Western war paintings of the 1800’s like those depicting Napoleon Bonaparte or George Washington.
The cartoon cops just don’t strike the same chord of fear and authority as their live action counterparts.
I like this tree throwing up two fingers. Peace.
After an awkward conversation and photo request, I earned a picture of the back of his jacket.
These happy totem poles brightened my day. Everything I say is a riot to them.
Most Korean palaces I’ve seen look very much the same. Many old buildings that look like this surround a bigger building that looks much the same.
The village was quite a trip. Koreans decked out in traditional clothing munched on traditional street food, and took an appalling number of selfies.
These baskets were so kind. Like the totem poles, they laughed at all of my jokes.
Someone give these chickens an endorsement deal for Head and Shoulders. They would sell some serious shampoo.
I love how Trump is about to drop an F-Bomb on Kim Jong Un who brandishes a Pokémon card in defense.
Meanwhile, Moon Jae-In just nervously smiles, pretending not to know either of them.
What got me was the star on the skewer’s chest. Is that a sheriff’s badge or a 1930’s German discriminatory insignia?
When trouble strikes around December 25th, the Santa Commandos spring into action.
Why does this boy look so mischevious? Are those flowers to impress a girl or to apologize for breaking Old Man Wallace’s window with his baseball?
We later found the traditional market. Older citizens sell produce by the side of the road next to a dingy river (that has character).
The inside part of the market was fun to explore despite buying absolutely nothing.
Found this heron just chillin’ in the river. He approached the ducks trying to make friends. The ducks paddled away in solidarity. I felt sad.
This reminds me of some Jamaican “extracurricular activities.”
“Don’t hog it all, mon.”
This lovely structure forms the center of a roundabout in Downtown Jeonju.
And that was how Princesses Jane and Abigail lost their arms and never spoke to each other again. To add insult to injury, Prince Frederick married their younger sister Jalissa.